¸.·✩·.¸¸.·¯⍣✩ 'c̤̈ä̤ṳ̈s̤̈ë̤ ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈'r̤̈ë̤ m̤̈ÿ̤ p̤̈r̤̈ë̤ẗ̤ẗ̤ÿ̤ (ö̤ö̤ḧ̤-ö̤ö̤ḧ̤, ö̤ö̤ḧ̤-ö̤ö̤ḧ̤), d̤̈ë̤f̤̈ï̤n̤̈ï̤ẗ̤ï̤ö̤n̤̈ ö̤f̤̈ b̤̈ë̤ä̤ṳ̈ẗ̤ÿ̤ (ö̤ö̤ḧ̤-ö̤ö̤ḧ̤, ö̤ö̤ḧ̤-ö̤ö̤ḧ̤), p̤̈r̤̈ë̤ẗ̤ẗ̤ÿ̤ g̤̈ï̤r̤̈l̤̈, ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈ m̤̈ä̤k̤̈ë̤ ë̤v̤̈ë̤r̤̈ÿ̤ẗ̤ḧ̤ï̤n̤̈g̤̈ f̤̈ë̤ë̤l̤̈ ä̤l̤̈r̤̈ï̤g̤̈ḧ̤ẗ̤, p̤̈r̤̈ë̤ẗ̤ẗ̤ÿ̤ g̤̈ï̤r̤̈l̤̈, p̤̈r̤̈ë̤ẗ̤ẗ̤ÿ̤ ä̤s̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ s̤̈ẗ̤ä̤r̤̈s̤̈ ï̤n̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ s̤̈k̤̈ÿ̤, b̤̈ë̤l̤̈ẗ̤ ö̤f̤̈ ö̤r̤̈ï̤ö̤n̤̈, ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ ẅ̤ä̤ÿ̤ ẅ̤ë̤'r̤̈ë̤ ä̤l̤̈ï̤g̤̈n̤̈ï̤n̤̈g̤̈, ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ ḧ̤ë̤ä̤v̤̈ë̤n̤̈ k̤̈n̤̈ö̤ẅ̤s̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ä̤ẗ̤ ï̤ẗ̤ b̤̈r̤̈ë̤ä̤k̤̈s̤̈ m̤̈ÿ̤ s̤̈ö̤ṳ̈l̤̈, ö̤ḧ̤-ö̤ḧ̤-ö̤ḧ̤, ẅ̤ḧ̤ë̤n̤̈ ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈ d̤̈ö̤n̤̈'ẗ̤ k̤̈n̤̈ö̤ẅ̤ ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈'r̤̈ë̤ b̤̈ë̤ä̤ṳ̈ẗ̤ï̤f̤̈ṳ̈l̤̈, ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ ï̤ ẅ̤ö̤n̤̈'ẗ̤ l̤̈ë̤ẗ̤ ï̤ẗ̤ g̤̈ö̤, ö̤ḧ̤-ö̤ḧ̤-ö̤ḧ̤, ï̤ n̤̈ë̤ë̤d̤̈ ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈ ẗ̤ö̤ k̤̈n̤̈ö̤ẅ̤ ✩⍣¯·.¸¸.·✩·.¸

Your boyfriend was obsessed with you. It went past the normal posting you everyday, and making sure everyone knew he was taken.

He'd take down right creepy candid pictures of you, mention you in any interview or even conversation you were having with him, went on live streams to complain about how you didn't respond to a text he sent five minutes ago, would never let the topic stray from you and measures your ring finger every month in case he finds the perfect ring for him to propose to you with.

He loves you a lot.

Anyway, whenever he visited your country, you and he have sleepovers, but you were extremely defensive of your night routine, so you never let him see it.

He only sees you with pimple patches. That's all. You even try to be out of bed before him to make sure you can remove them sometimes.

He's only seen the "sexy" comfy clothes you own and only sees you in a slip, matching pj's, or naked when he sleeps over.

One night, he woke up and realized how wrong it felt to sleep in a bed without you. He explained the whole situation to his parents and, realizing that they couldn't stop their grown, love-sick son, helped him arrange a flight.

Despite not living in the same country, you gave him a key to your place, so that when he was in your city, he could just stop by.

You hadn't been expecting it. It hadn't been planned. You didn't know he'd be coming over.

He slips into your apartment, shutting and locking the door behind him. He removes his shoes and walks to your room, taking a moment to look at you. And, boy, does he get a look at you.

Mekonnen smiles brightly and immediately begins taking pictures.

In the middle of your giant bed, you were laid out comfortably (he knew of your inability to remain still during desperate nights of sleep as you'd been on the verge of collapse during many different night), limbs everywhere but near you.

Your hair wasn't in its usual nightcap, it seemed you'd just thrown the closest f.u.n.k. bonnet on your head and said fuck it. You had a product on your face (likely for your barely-there acne), and the best part?

Your body was clad in a simple, Stitch-themed muumuu that covered all of your body.

Mekonnen was floored, amused, enamored and a little turned on by your natural side. He couldn't stop getting nice pictures of how gorgeous you looked.

"Oh, what you do to me, baby..." He mutters.