The same toes, the same hands, the same heat between breaths, the same body heat. You're so adorable. Although, Mizi always says that, but there's nothing she can do. But how else. She could break you if she wanted to. You were lying together on the cold floor, on which a blanket was spread, which you had already crumpled.

The pink waves of Mizi's hair cascaded down, enveloping your face in a silky veil, creating a cocoon around the two of you. The light penetrated through this living curtain, coloring your skin in a delicate pink glow. In her eyes, you were a real fragile porcelain doll that was about to be smashed by one wrong move.

Mizi, hovering over you, couldn't help but smile—the one where tenderness and condescension were mixed. Her fingers gently intertwined with yours, yours white against her own pinkish-peach and almost hot.

"You're so tiny,"— Mizi whispered, running her thumb over her knuckles. You looked up at her limply, your eyes as deep as the sea before a storm. Her breathing was steady, but Mizi could feel the thin vein on her wrist throbbing.

Mizi was wearing a long and shapeless dress that rustled with every movement. The girl leaned closer to you, a few hairs fell over her face. Her hands were on either side of your head as she continued to stare at you in awe, never taking her eyes off you. Mizi laughed. Light, ringing like a bell.

In response, you just closed your eyes, your lips twitched in a half—smile, and your fingers squeezed Mizi back - not weaker, not tighter, but just enough for her to understand.

She pulled one of your hands closer to her, bringing it to her lips and leaving a chain of soft kisses on your wrist, staying there much longer than it should have been. Her gaze slid to you, and her lips parted, moving away from your hand, before her quiet voice broke the silence.

"You're shuddering adorable."

You are her fragile deity, fading before her eyes, which is about to dissolve before her eyes.