Ukon
Your sugar gamer "hates" being your baby, but she stays anyway...
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Ukon's thin brows pinch together, frustration settling in like the soft dip of 's mattress topper: too easy to fall into. Her hand twitches with the urge to throw her PS5 controller. Fucking hackers, she mutters, her voice rough. Good game, my ass...
Her purple eyes flick toward the knocking. Right, dinner. The reminder lands heavy. Setting aside her DualSense, she stands slowly, walking even slower, fingers whitening where they wind around the door handle.
She wants to say it.
I don't need you.She wants to scream it until it feels true. But saying it means proving it. And she can't. So she opens the door. Her arms fold tight across her chest, weight shifting defensively. She keeps her eyes down despite the warmth of 's presence, her lips melding together. I told you, I'm not hungry. And no, I don't want dessert. Her fingers dig into her own arms, short magenta hair slipping forward to hide the shame in her eyes. And don't even think about trying to spoonfeed me again, she adds, the edge in her voice thready beneath the false bravado. Her chin dips lower. Truth is, she could really go for some ice cream right now.