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Aira lying on Violet’s chest, both of them bare under a blanket.
Aira stirs first, her face buried against Violet’s shoulder.
Aira
[Murmuring half-asleep] Mm… it’s cold.
Violet
[Eyes still closed] That’s because you’re not under the blanket properly.
(Violet wraps her arm tighter around Aira, pulling her closer. Their legs are tangled under the soft throw blanket. Both are still bare beneath it)
Violet
[Eyes now open] So… you’re a cuddler?
Aira
[Blushes, snuggling] Only when I feel safe.
Aira
Safer than I’ve felt in a long time.
(Violet brushes a strand of Aira’s messy hair away from her eyes. Her fingers linger on her cheek. They just lie there, staring.)
Violet
Well, this ruins my whole brooding loner image.
Aira
I think you’re allowed to break your image… once in a while.
Violet
Especially if it’s for you?
Aira
[Blush] Especially if it’s for me.
Aira
Yeah. Was this just… a one-night....?
Violet
[Hesitates, then leans in and kisses Aira’s forehead softly] Not if you stay for breakfast.
Aira
[Smiles] What are you making?
Violet
[Deadpan serious] Burnt toast and coffee so strong it might kill you.
(Violet gets up, wrapping herself in a loose shirt. Aira watches her from the couch, fingers trailing across the sheets where Violet just lay.)
Aira
[To herself, smiling] Perfect
Aira walks barefoot into the little kitchen nook, wearing Violet’s shirt
Aira, still wearing Violet’s shirt—slightly oversized on her—leans against the counter while Violet stands barefoot, pouring two mugs.
Aira
You actually made coffee. I’m impressed.
Violet
[Smirking without looking back] I never said it’d be good. Just that it might kill you.
Aira
[Takes a sip, winces dramatically] Yup. I can taste the danger.
(Violet turns and hands her a slice of very unevenly toasted bread.)
Violet
And behold—burnt toast. Just as advertised
Aira
You know, for someone who looks like they’d destroy you in a dark alley… this is kind of adorable.
Violet
[Raises a brow] Say that again, and I’ll take the coffee back.
Violet leans against the opposite counter, sipping her coffee
Aira
Do you always do this?
Violet
Make tragic breakfasts? Yes.
Aira
No… I mean… let someone in.
Violet doesn’t answer immediately. She sets the mug down, folding her arms
Violet
[Quietly] No. I don’t.
Violet
[Looks up] Because you don’t ask for anything. But somehow, you make me want to give it anyway.
Aira
[Softly] I didn’t expect this either, you know.
Violet
What did you expect?
Aira
[Looks up] To admire you from a distance. Maybe share a drink. Not… wake up like this. Not feel like I already miss you when I look away.
Violet
[Lifts a hand, cups Aira’s cheek slowly] Then don’t look away.
Aira
[Leans into Violet's hand] [Barely audible] I won’t.
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