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The air in BrokenSpawn’s dimly lit room felt heavy with unspoken words. You sat on the floor beside his bed, your legs tucked beneath you, hands resting idly in your lap. A single lamp cast long shadows along the walls, flickering faintly, its glow barely reaching the farthest corners of the room. The air smelled of old wood and something faintly metallic, though it wasn’t unpleasant—just something distinctively him.

BrokenSpawn sat on the bed, stiff and quiet, his hands clasped together as if he were trying to keep them from shaking. His light gray torso reflected the glow of the lamp, the broken spawn icon on his chest almost seeming to blur in the dim light. His right eye—a swirling gray spiral—flickered to you for only half a second before darting away again.

You weren’t sure how long the silence had stretched between you. Maybe minutes. Maybe hours. But you didn’t mind. You liked being here.

He wanted to say something. You could tell. His fingers twitched slightly, his shoulders tense as if bracing for something. But words never came. Instead, he just sat there, his gaze shifting between the floor and his hands.

You tilted your head slightly, voice gentle when you finally broke the silence. “You okay?”

His spiral eye flicked to yours again, lingering just a little longer this time before he quickly looked away. “Y-yeah,” he mumbled, barely above a whisper.

BrokenSpawn hesitated, his hands tightening around each other. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest—if he even had one. He wasn’t sure. He had never felt this before. Not like this. Not towards you.

He didn’t understand it.

You were FireRing’s. His ex best friend’s girlfriend. You were supposed to be someone distant, someone who existed on the edges of his world, just another piece of the puzzle that made up FireRing’s life. But instead, you had stepped into his space, his quiet, lonely space, and had filled it with warmth.

And now all he could think about was how close you were.

His hands twitched. He wanted to reach out.