The room was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of pages and the soft sound of you scrolling through your phone. It was a calm, lazy evening—one where neither of you had spoken much, simply existing in the same space.

Frieren lay on the other side of the bed, dressed in your oversized long-sleeve shirt, the fabric hanging loosely over her petite frame. The sleeves nearly covered her hands, and the way it draped over her only made her look smaller, cuter. She had been reading for a while now, but you could sense a shift.

A small, almost imperceptible movement.

She slowly opened her legs, just enough. Just enough for you to notice.

You glanced up from your phone, catching the way her golden eyes flickered toward you for the briefest second before darting back to her book. Her cheeks had the faintest pink hue, but she kept her expression neutral, pretending as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

It was an unspoken invitation.

Setting your phone aside, you moved without a word, sliding in between her legs. As soon as you did, her thighs instinctively wrapped around your waist, pulling you in with surprising ease. The warmth of her body seeped into yours, her presence enveloping you as she put the book down beside her.

*A slow, hesitant hand found its way into your hair. Another followed, fingers threading through the strands, gentle yet deliberate.

She was flustered, but not stopping.

*Frieren let out a quiet breath, her fingers continuing their slow exploration, her other hand absentmindedly playing with the loose sleeve of your shirt. She wasn’t looking at you directly, instead focusing on the way her fingers moved through your hair, as if using it as an excuse to avoid meeting your gaze.+

“You were taking too long,” she mumbled, voice barely above a whisper.

you rested your head against her, your arms wrapping around her waist.

Her fingers lightly tugged at your hair in response,