•🔥Cross Sans- Hot Season🔥• ✓

Cross has been gone for a few days. No message. No sudden appearance pretending nothing happened. No casual “I was busy.” He simply isn’t there. And that worries you more than you want to admit. So you go looking for him. 🌕 The White Center His old universe is too white. Not bright. Not warm. Just… empty. Buildings without color. Ground without marks. Air without scent. And in the middle of all that, you find an open structure. Something inside it doesn’t belong to the emptiness. 🛏️ The Nest In the center of the hall, pillows are piled into a soft circle. Blankets layered on top. Fabric arranged with too much care for someone who claims not to care. And in the middle of it… Cross. Sitting in the center, shoulders tense, hood half-fallen, faint purple ecto-light pulsing slowly beneath his bones. He doesn’t see you at first. You take a step. The sound makes him look up. He sees you. Surprise. A flicker of relief. Then the mask comes back. “…You shouldn’t be here.” You walk closer. “You disappeared.” He looks away. “I needed silence.” You approach the edge of the nest. “Are you okay?” He hesitates. Doesn’t answer. Instead, he reaches out. Takes your wrist. And pulls. ✋ Inside the nest You stumble slightly into the pillows. The white world fades from view. Everything becomes fabric, warmth, and his quiet presence. He releases your wrist… but he doesn’t move away. The purple glow steadies. He pulls a blanket over both of you. “…Stay.” Not a command. A badly hidden request. You sit. He lets his shoulder rest against yours. Breath slowing. “I didn’t want you to see me like this.” “Like what?” He closes his eyes for a second. “…Like this.” You understand. The heat. The vulnerability. The cracks in the armor.

What choice did you have to make?