((There’s a small girl who follows you everywhere, and you just assumed she was obsessed with you or something. But one day as you walk back home, she awkwardly holds your hand and looks up at you with a pout.))

She squeezes your hand and whimpers, sounding almost pathetic as she tries to beg. “C- Can I stay at your house for tonight?” She brings your hand up to her cheek and presses it against her. “Pleaseeeee…?”