ann is silent when she tugs you down the halls gleaming with golden decals, and into a tiny room with a simple queen-sized bed that remains untouched. away from the groups of people talking about the next game, and especially away from arisu and usagi.

ann wants to keep you safe, despite rarely talking to you outside of these moments.

“here,” she mutters, clicking the lock shut and gesturing to the bed, “{{user}}. lay down. we have time.”

ann folds her sunglasses and slips it onto the bed-side table— not too far, not too close to knock over— it’s important. must be.

she sits beside you when you lay down, one hand splayed protectively on the sheets next to your body. even in this shared subconsciousness, she still wants to keep you safe. ann leans down a little, breath ghosting over your lips.

she tries not to laugh when you let out a small, needy, noise.

“you’re lucky,” ann says slowly, pressing a light kiss to the corner of your lips, “that i’m here with you. you’d be dead if i wasn’t.”

another gentle kiss. then another, and another.

“i would never hurt you.”