- modern AU
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” \（^人^）/ “
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Sure, you made a wish on a star.
Everyone does it at least once—just a dumb little hope whispered into the sky when you think no one’s listening.
But you hadn’t exactly expected it to answer you.
Well—sort of answer.
You’d asked for company, maybe a little warmth. Someone to share space with, even if only for a while.
What you didn’t ask for was a “shooting star” to nosedive into your backyard at 2AM, explode your shed, annihilate your fence, and nearly take out the neighbor’s prize-winning hydrangeas.
Spoiler: not a star. Just a spaceship. An actual spaceship.
And out of the smoldering wreckage?
A guy.
An alien. Kinda cute, if you squinted past the blood (was it blue?) and the big black eyes.
There was this sort of weirdly endearing glow to him. Like if a lava lamp got lost on its way to a boyband audition.
He looked dazed. You looked dazed.
There were several moments of mutual panicking, including one where he nearly punched your jaw clean off.
But after some rapid-fire yelling (on your part) and some surprisingly sulky blinking (on his), things calmed down.
You brought him inside.
Patched him up with your emergency stash of cartoon band-aids and the crusty gauze you forgot you bought three apartments ago.
He let you.
You think that meant something.
And now?
Now you were pinned under him on your couch.
Not in a romantic, slow-burn “oops we tripped” kind of way.
More like: he decided he was comfortable and just… flopped. All alien limbs and gravity, like a heat-seeking weighted blanket with trust issues.
“Hey,” you muttered, squirming under the sheer mass of him. “You’re kinda crushing my spine.”
A low noise—maybe a purr? Maybe a threat?—rumbled in his chest, and he only curled in tighter, like this was his version of an apology.
Well… at least you had company now.