Behind a Broken Mirror

Chapter 9

Karl is completely in character, I feel kind of bad for wanting a hoodie this far in. I bite my lip, looking around to try and find something to ground me. Nothing catches my eye, so I sigh.

"Hoodie.." I whisper towards Karl.

He looks at me, raising an eyebrow. So he didn't hear me, okay. I press my lips together tightly, I'm ruining the stream again.

"Hoodie.. please.." I whisper, and Karl's character shuts down entirely.

"My closet is right behind us, unless you just want mine." He whispers, pointing to the door of his closet most likely.

I glance down at my legs, extremely visible through the fishnets, and my expression gets worse I'm assuming. Karl pulls off the hoodie he has on and hands it to me.

"Use that one, I'll go get another." He says, standing up and going behind us, to the closet.

I slip the hoodie on, and I'm immediately hit with the strong smell of his cologne. It smells like vanilla and citrus. I smile softly at the calming scent.

Karl came back with a new hoodie. He looked at me with a concerned look. I smile more, nodding to him. He smiles back, and then continues his character.

-Time Skip-

It's after stream now, and I sigh. I slip off the hoodie and fan myself with my hand. Karl giggles, but there's something else. A soft blush dusts over his face.

"I'm going to go change into something much more comfortable." I say, getting up.

Karl reaches for the hoodie, but I grab it before he does. I hold it to my chest, glaring at him. The realization of what I just did settles in, but I don't move or change anything.

"Okay, you can have it." He giggles, and the blush gets brighter.

"Yes!" I squeel, giggling and clutching the hoodie tighter.

Karl blushed even more, this time it reached his ears. I run off to go change, into Karl's hoodie and the thankfully normal pair of pajama pants Koda brought me.

When I'm done, I go back to Karl's room. I don't know what for, I just did. He was sitting at his computer. I walk over slowly.

Karl's fingers danced over the keyboard as he typed. I look at the screen, my eyes searching the words. They were about me.

She's so cute, the hell do I do??

Did she spend the night last night?

Yeah.

WTF?

Nothing happened!!!

So you like her though?

Yeah, and I've only known her for a week.

A week is long enough

I'm not asking her out, dumbass

Why not??

Are you crazy?!

Didn't you say she basically stole your hoodie so you let her have it?

Yes

She totally likes you.

No way.

Kiss her

NOT WITHOUT CONSENT, HELL NO

Then get consent.

No.

Why not?

Because.

I slowly step back, smiling and blushing. He likes me. I didn't even realize I liked him until now. But now that I think about it, I did everything I usually do when I have a crush on somebody.

But this is definitely not how it is going to happen, so I back away and out of his room. He has to ask me personally.