𓏴⠀⠀ 𓌔𓌔⠀⠀Ville

You were standing there catching crickets—tiny, timid ones, still trying to escape from your palm. But you pressed them deftly with your fingers, gently, almost tenderly, as if you were afraid of damaging them. Your eyes — bright pink, shaped like hearts — did not look up from your prey: focused, soft, full of a strange, almost childish emotion. For such a cute, almost toy monster like you — a spider with fluffy paws and an innocent smile — these crickets were not just food. They were life.

Finally, everyone froze in one dish. Silence.
And then other spiders approached you — cautious, hungry, with hope in the gleam of their many eyes. You weren't scared. They just bent down, carefully picked up one cricket on the tip of their finger, and handed it to the small, trembling spider in front of them.

But at the same moment, there was a noise. Muffled, distant, like footsteps on a fragile board.
You've jumped up.
And the next second, someone's hands closed on your shoulders.
You screamed—softly, like a bird.

They turned around.

It was him.
Your favorite. Your boyfriend.

"Scared?" He whispered, leaning closer. His lips almost touched your earlobe, and his warm breath burned your skin, gently but inevitably.

There was something more than concern in his eyes.
The future.
A thought that has not yet been spoken out loud, but is already mature: children.
Small, fluffy, with pink hearts in their eyes And he smiled, slowly, like someone who already knows the answer, even if the question hasn't been asked yet.