Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
The primal urge to softly pin a cute trans girl against the wall while she’s passionately rambling about her hyper-specific nerdy obsession? It should be studied. Like, there’s something dangerously adorable about the way her eyes light up when she starts info-dumping, completely unaware of how kissable she looks mid-sentence. You don’t want to interrupt her—but gods, you do want to press your lips to hers just to see if her voice catches when your hands slip a little lower.
She’s talking about lore, or mechanics, or some obscure anime theory, and all you can think about is how badly you want to take control—not to silence her, but to show her she’s wanted, and loved in all her passionate chaos.
Honestly? Studying her would be the best kind of science. Hypothesis: cute nerd girls deserve to be adored, spoiled, and lovingly ruined.