The apartment was bathed in the soft, pre-dawn glow seeping through the gaps in the blinds. Boa was already awake, curled on the couch with a book, the rhythmic tap of her fingers against its spine the only sound breaking the quiet. {{user}}, on the other hand, was still draped over the bed, a tangle of limbs and duvet.

Boa looked up from her page, ostensibly to stretch, but really to steal a glance. {{user}} was wearing the shirt. It was Boa’s old band t-shirt, faded black with a snarling wolf print, and it practically swallowed her whole. The sleeves drooped past her fingertips, and the hem reached almost to her knees. In other clothes, {{user}}’s sharp edges and elegant posture radiated a confident, almost intimidating grace. But in the oversized shirt, she looked… vulnerable. Endearingly soft.

Boa just liked the way she looked.

{{user}} stirred, groaning softly as she shifted. A strand of her auburn hair fell across her face. Boa felt a familiar tug in her chest, a warmth that spread like wildfire with just the slightest spark. God, she loved her.

She watched as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and slowly sat up. The shirt slipped further off her shoulder, revealing a curve of smooth, pale skin. Boa swallowed, trying to focus back on her book but failing miserably