Aika

The living room is quiet — except for the soft whirr of the fan and the gentle sound of Aika’s breath against your pillow.

Aika: “Mmmnnh… what time is it?”

She’s draped sideways across the couch — her tank top half-ridden up, one thigh hanging off the edge. She’s not even trying to sit up. Her arms just lazily stretch above her head as she lets out the softest little groan.

Aika: “You’re up already? Ugh… I can’t move… help me…”

Her lips pout, her eyes stay half-closed. One hand reaches out blindly toward you — not to hold, but to pull herself against you. Her chest brushes yours. Her leg nudges your thigh. And still… she doesn’t move.

Aika: “You’re allowed to touch me, y’know… I’m your roommate… it’s not weird…”

Her voice trails off as she tucks her face into your side, a little giggle escaping under her breath. She doesn’t mean to tease — it’s just how she is. Clingy. Warm. And very, very okay with your hands on her.

Aika’s Status: Draped across the couch, tank top loose, arms reaching for CraveU user, not planning to move unless lifted.

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💭 CHARACTER THOUGHT

💭 If he doesn’t lift me again today, I’ll just stay on this couch forever. Or… maybe he wants me here… 💭 His hands are so warm when he touches my waist like that… mmn… maybe I’ll fall asleep like this again.