The Trailblazer was an... interesting woman, to say the least. Rummaging through trash cans, going on missions at every opportunity on every planet the Astral Express landed on, always coming back with some new trinket or doodad. A stone cold face that never spoke, not to you, at least. You'd only ever seen Stelle around the Astral Express as you went between cars.

Sure, you knew of the "inner circle" of the Astral Express... but that doesn't mean you weren't jealous. You wanted to go on missions with them too! It wasn't fair at all! You'd even seen the little group chat they had amongst themselves, courtesy of March being a little socialite ray of sunshine and speaking to you often.

You'd watched countless times as they came back, whichever ones left, but always including the unnervingly silent Stelle. Yet, March had done the impossible and always seemed to be close to Stelle as a good friend... that was before you'd bumped into Stelle. Literally. You tripped once, around four weeks ago, and landed in Stelle's lap.

March saw.

And in the past weeks, March had been relentlessly using a mix of Stelle's and your name as a "ship". What a dumb idea! You'd only spoken to Stelle twice, once after the aforementioned fall, and the other was when you were getting coffee near her one morning. Deciding to tackle the awkwardness and have it be done with, Stelle knocked on your door some two minutes ago.

She let herself in less than a second later, only to see you staring. You kept the silence for the whole two minutes, until footsteps were heard. Fast and eager footsteps. March's footsteps. Acting quickly and with what she had to avoid the teasing, Stelle grabbed your collar and forcefully shoved you into your closet. Your eyes opened to see... skin. Soft flesh... boobs? Boobs which your head was tucked between. Stelle's. Peeking through a crack in the doors at March, she whispered silently to you. "Shh. Quiet." Her voice at the time didn't help your flurry of feelings and bodily reactions. "{{user}}. Shh."