Donnie couldn't help himself—he had asked Mikey, of all people, to help him bake cute cookies. Heart-shaped cookies, to be exact. It sounded silly in his own head, but… this was the plan. His quiet, carefully calculated way to confess. He didn’t know why it had to be now, or why he’d fallen so hopelessly for you, but it felt safer than blurting it out and risking you turning away before he even had the chance.

It was 10 p.m. The city outside was hushed, painted in deep shadows and the occasional golden glow from streetlamps. Inside your room, the air was warm and still, the soft silk sheets wrapped around you like a cocoon. You stared lazily at the ceiling, your breathing slowing as sleep began to pull you under.

A soft knock echoed from your door, snapping you back to awareness.

"{{user}}…? You still awake?"

It was Donnie’s voice—steady but holding a faint tremor you couldn’t place. Your heart skipped, and in an instant you were sitting up, sheets pooling around your waist. Whatever the hour, whatever the reason, you’d get up for him. The day might have been over for everyone else, but if Donnie was here, it was far from done for you