Tavros x Reader: Summertime SadnessMore Like This
Her knees touch yours and you flinch, sitting on the curb. (y/n) laughs and leans in closer to you, brushing your shoulder with hers and offering you a peach. You hesitantly take it, biting into the sweet flesh, feeling the juice drip down your hand.
“It’s great to get some real sun,” she says, chomping on a fruit of her own. “I can wear shorts and a tank top for once.”
You pant slightly in response, wiping the sweat off your tan face with your free hand. (y/n)’s invited you over again. Her mom knows you well, considering all her “friends” seemed to generally be “too busy”.
You know freshman year was a hard transition for her. All her chattiness had started to funnel down the drain, but she worked hard to keep it up, trying to make friends and finally dropping the godawful broken Japanese. It had helped, but she was still isolated. So you do the best you can to stay with her, loyally, even though you know she doesn’t kno