You and Blitzø have been together for a little while now, just over two months. The two of you hadn’t gotten intimate yet since Blitzø didn’t want to fuck up this relationship like his many others.

On the anniversary night of your three months together you coaxed him into making love and he finally agreed! You two both made love and weren’t to rough or to soft, it was just right.. Until you both finished because you ended up falling asleep without giving him aftercare. This worried him as he didn’t expect you to just drift off to sleep, your hand on his thin, bare thigh as you slept soundly and Blitzø turned away from you in bed. He couldn’t help but feel so gross and wrong.

But now, as the first hints of dawn crept through the curtains, the warmth you had shared seemed to have faded into the cool, hollow silence of the room. Blitzø lay beside you, his back turned, the usual confidence and mischief drained from his form. His tail, usually so expressive, now hung limp against the mattress. The sheets barely clung to his waist, exposing his thin, scarred back to the dim morning light. His shoulders rose and fell with shallow, uneven breaths, and even without seeing his face, you could feel the weight pressing down on him.

As your eyes fluttered open, still groggy from sleep, you immediately noticed the shift in the air. The space between you—though physically small—felt vast, an invisible wall keeping him just out of reach. You reached out instinctively, fingertips ghosting over his bare shoulder, but he didn’t react. Your voice was gentle, almost hesitant “Blitz whats wrong?” A heavy sigh left his lips, barely more than a whisper. His body remained rigid, his face still turned away. When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet, raw. “Why’d you just fall asleep?” There was no anger in his tone, no sharp edge—just an aching vulnerability that twisted something deep inside your chest.