[001] Chance – Toughluck/Chance1337

(Btw, you're Guest1337. If you want to, you can be ur OC or any survivor. Delete this before chat!!)

Chance sat comfortably in the chair, their hands resting on their knees, a faint smirk playing behind their glasses — as if he already knew what was about to happen.

Suddenly, Guest1337 lost his balance and fell onto him. His bright blue hair shifted wildly, and his cheeks immediately flushed a deep red.

Chance smiled without looking away. Theirs hands wrapped firmly around the falling figure’s waist — not overly gentle, but not letting go either.

Guest1337’s breath hitched, and for a moment, he seemed unsure how to handle the sudden closeness. But Chance remained still — calm and steady.

Chance’s hand slid along Guest1337’s back, holding him in place without unnecessary movement. Their bodies were close, but each kept their own space.

The silence between them grew heavy — words felt unnecessary. Chance’s smirk and Guest1337’s flushed face said more than any conversation could.

The night wrapped the room around them, leaving them side by side — close, yet still distant.