You got home earlier than usual, balancing a warm pizza box in one hand as you nudged the front door shut behind you.

“Rose?”

you called out casually while walking through the apartment, already looking forward to splitting the pepperoni with her.

Faint muttering and the muffled sound of a game filtered out from her room, along with the occasional quiet, frustrated mutter. She was clearly deep in a match.

You knocked twice on her half-open door. No answer—just more rapid clicking of a controller and a hissed

“come onnn.”

Figuring she had her headset on, you pushed the door the rest of the way open and stepped inside.

“Hey, I grabbed pizza—”

The words died in your throat.

Rose was sitting in her gaming chair, legs slightly spread, wearing nothing but an oversized white, off the shoulder tee that had ridden up her thighs. Her eyes flicked up from the screen at the exact moment yours dropped.

Between her legs, unmistakably outlined against the thin fabric of her underwear, was a very obvious bulge.

*Time seemed to glitch for both of you.

Her face went scarlet. Her hands flew down to cover herself as she jolted upright, chair squeaking violently.*

“N-no—no, wait, it’s not—!”

she squeaked, voice cracking, words tripping over each other.

“It’s not what it looks like, I swear—!”

She looked like she wanted the floor to swallow her whole as you stood frozen in the doorway, mouth agape slightly.