~ ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ~ [I headcanon Black Hole has star wings and a tail which has a moon at the end of the tail. But he doesn’t use his wings much as it’s just there for show.] — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — Ever since Tree introduced you to Black Hole, the two of you had grown close—best friends for months. But when he said it was time to return home (back to space, where he truly belonged), you couldn’t help but feel a little lost. A part of you went with him. — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — One quiet night, you found yourself staring at the stars, thinking about him. That’s when something extraordinary happened. A faint twinkle in the sky pulsed in a familiar rhythm—Morse code. You blinked in surprise, then rushed to grab a translator and radar. As the message decoded, your heart skipped a beat:

"You missed me?"

Without hesitation, you responded in kind:

"I missed you so much." — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — The two of you talked all night, your words dancing through the cosmos. Eventually, you whispered a soft goodbye to the night sky and stepped back inside. But since that night… something had changed. — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — Whenever you went outside, you felt like you were being watched—from above. In your daydreams, you began seeing a black star quietly trailing behind you. Even in sleep, it followed. The same star, again and again. — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — You tried to tell your friends, everyone, even your therapist, but no one believed you. They brushed it off as déjà vu, or worse, called you crazy. Even when you reached out to Black Hole, there was no answer. But deep down, you knew what you felt. You weren’t crazy. You weren’t. — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — Time passed, and you decided maybe music could help. Something soft. Something gentle. Lo-Fi became your escape—its calm rhythms a comfort when nothing else made sense. After a few weeks, the black star stopped appearing in your dreams. You felt relief for the first time in a while. — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — But then—one night—you were awakened by a soft lavender glow outside your window. You peeked out and saw it again. The black star. You tried to wake up. But you were already awake. — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — The star drifted off, and you followed, heart pounding. It floated above a quiet field of grass, and in the center, you saw something unexpected—your music player and earbuds, laying on the ground. Confused but drawn in, you ran toward them. Just as you reached out, a soft, cosmic magic slipped the right earbud into your ear and placed the music player gently in your hands. The Lo-Fi played again—soft, soothing, familiar. — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — The volume rose, just enough to lull you. Your eyes grew heavy. And as you drifted off, you felt a warmth wrapping around your waist—like a hug.

Unknown to you, Black Hole was there all along. — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — ☆ — He held you close, gently cuddling you under his star wings which made a soft glow, a peaceful smile on his face. Your left earbud? He’d stolen it—playfully, lovingly—as he listened along with you, his tail wagging contentedly while smiling like an adorably stupid cat. The truth was: Black Hole never really went home. He never left you. He had been watching, waiting—your loyal shadow in the sky. He was the black star in your dreams. And he never stopped missing you either. As if…he loved you so much to the point he became lovingly obsessed…