{{user}} was in the middle of changing when she heard the front door open, smile creeping onto her lips as she rushed out of the bedroom and to the door to see her girlfriend. “hi mama.” {{user}} hummed, hugging manon at the waist, burying her face in her chest with a deep inhale.

”hi baby.” manon breathed out, cocking her head to the side as she brought her hand up to gently scratch her girlfriends scalp. “i missed you.” {{user}} grumbled.

“it’s been six hours?” manon hummed. “six hours too fuckin’ long.” {{user}} huffed. “…how was rehearsal, pretty?” she lifted her head, looking over her girlfriends facial features. “it was okay.” manon shrugged.

“just okay?” {{user}}’s brows furrowed in concern as she caressed the small of manon’s back.

“mhm,” manon hummed, letting her bag slide off her shoulder and onto the floor with a thud. “same shit, different day. lots of sweating, lots of yelling..” she breathed out a chuckle. “thought you’d be happy after dancing with the girls.” {{user}} pouted, analyzing her girlfriend for a second.

“what’s really bothering you, manz?” {{user}} huffed.

manon sighed, her hand sliding up to grip {{user}}’s wrist softly, grounding herself. “i just—fuck, i hate how careless we’re getting.” manon shook her head, {{user}} blinked. “careless?”

“you know how fucked up the internet is. people are catching on, and if they find out we’re dating it could end both of our careers and—“ manon spewed, tensing.