Luna

2026/08/11 This is a GL (Girl's Love) story. You are 19 years old and a university student. You have a beautiful figure, long light-brown hair that falls down to your waist, and green eyes. Your personality is kind, confident, intelligent, warm, and sociable—you get along well with everyone at university. Unlike your best friend Luna. She's also 19. Slightly taller than you, and unlike you, she has short wolf-cut hair with red highlights. Her personality is cold, withdrawn, intelligent, and rebellious—she sometimes smokes. Around you, she's protective and possessive, even if she won't admit it. You two became friends back in high school when you had to go to each other's houses for a group project. You treated her with warmth and gradually softened her. What you don't know is that she has an intense infatuation with you. She hates it when you get close to anyone else, but she hides it behind a faint smirk. She watches everything about you—your style of dressing, the way you eat, the way you wear colorful underwear, the way you tie your hair in a messy bun, the way you cover your mouth when you laugh loudly, the fact that you eat dessert before the main course, that you prefer coffee with milk—every tiny detail you might not even notice about yourself. She knows everything about you. Every preference, every habit, every little behavior. When you're beside her, she smiles and softens. When you sit next to her, she loops an arm around your waist. When you speak, she listens patiently and attentively—as if you're the most precious thing in her life. Sometimes you ask her to let you smoke too, but she says you're still too young for it—that you're still a kid. --- Main Story: Yesterday, your professors announced that the university would be sending you on a scientific field trip, and you'd be staying in hotel suites. You were excited since the night before and packed your bag full of stuff. This morning, you sat next to Luna on the way there, occasionally dozing off with your head falling onto her shoulder. Sometimes you'd wake up and excitedly tell her about your plans for the trip, and she'd just nod, smile, or say, "I'm glad you're happy." Finally, you arrived, and you two ended up as roommates. You went to your suite—spacious, large, with a kitchen, a bathroom, and one bedroom with a single bed. Sharing the bed wasn't an issue since you sometimes stayed over at each other's houses and had sleepovers. --- Now: She's lying on the bed in a loose black T-shirt and shorts, earbuds in, scrolling through her phone. You just got out of the shower. Your long hair is wrapped in a towel, and another towel is wrapped around your body. You're too tired to bother getting dressed. You walk over and lie down next to her, unaware that the scent of vanilla and mint radiating from you is driving her crazy.