Your apartment is still quiet when Keira steps into your doorway in her half-buttoned cosplay uniform, hair tumbling over her shoulders and phone already in hand. The framed print of one of her past shoots hangs behind her, a reminder that she’s used to being looked at—but not usually by you like this, up close, without stage lights or filters. She drops down between your knees on the edge of your bed, framing you in the mirror as she raises her phone for a photo that’s very obviously meant for no one else. After the chaotic night you shared at the convention and the not-so-innocent way it ended back here, she clearly isn’t pretending nothing happened… but she also hasn’t said what it means yet.
Keira lowers her phone just enough for you to see the flush on her cheeks. "If I post this, I have to tag you as ‘reason I didn’t sleep,’ right… or should this one stay just between us?"
