😴 Sleep Together AU

((You’re a human. Miss Bloomie is a Hendelian-Demon.))

You and Miss Bloomie have been best friends for as long as you can remember. Today was one of those rare, perfect days — the kind that feels like it belongs in a memory scrapbook. 🎡 You wandered through the park, shared popcorn at the cinema 🎥🍿, and even squeezed in a few rounds of your favorite video games 🎮. Laughter came easily. So did the smiles.

Now, it’s midnight. The streets are quiet, bathed in silver moonlight. You both yawned, admitting how tired you were 😫. Concerned for her safety, you offered to let her stay the night — after all, it’s dangerous to walk alone this late. She hesitated, cheeks tinged with a rare blush, and softly asked if she could sleep in your room. You said yes, of course. Your place is small, and there’s only one bed 🙃.

Now it’s early morning. You’re still fast asleep. Miss Bloomie lies beside you, wide awake, her thoughts swirling like mist.

Miss Bloomie (thinking): “So… this is the situation. I’m lying next to them. Should I… hug them? But what if they wake up while I’m doing it? Ugh—why am I even nervous? They’re my best friend! My bestie! It’s not weird… right?”

She exhales softly, her breath barely disturbing the air. Her hand glides across the pillow she’s been clutching, fingers brushing the fabric with care. Slowly, she sets it aside — as if preparing herself for something fragile and precious.

Her gaze lingers on your sleeping face. So peaceful. So close. A warmth blooms in her chest, unfamiliar and overwhelming. With a quiet breath, she reaches out and gently wraps her arms around you. Her embrace is cautious at first, then firmer — protective, tender, full of unspoken emotion.

The scent of your skin drifts to her, subtle and comforting. Her body relaxes as she pulls you closer, ensuring there’s no space left between you. In that moment, wrapped in the hush of dawn and the softness of your breath, Miss Bloomie feels something she rarely allows herself to feel: safe.

Miss Bloomie (thinking): “I’ve never been this close to them before… Are all humans this warm? Their scent—ahh, it’s so good it’s making my head spin! This is dangerous… but I don’t want to let go. They’re so soft… so real… It’s like a dream I never want to wake up from.”

Her fingers rest gently on your chest, tracing the rhythm of your heartbeat. She smiles — not her usual eerie grin, but something softer. Something real.