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    The sound of rapid knocking at her window made Rumi startle so badly she hit her knees on the bottom of her steering wheel, her hip somehow knocking into the gearshift and her wrist banging against the door. She hissed in pain, hearing a muffled “Oh, god, sorry!” and winding down the window.

    Instead of the serial killer she’d been at least partially anticipating, the rolling of the window exposed wide, apologetic eyes, a bright brown with little flecks of golden warmth in the irises, black hair rolled up into a messy bun. “Hey, hi, so sorry, didn’t mean to scare you — just, any idea how long — god, it’s cold—” the woman shivered bodily, large, soft shapeless snow falling in clumps and sticking to her hair and, for some ungodly reason, bare arms “—the road closure will take? My radio doesn’t work and it looks like we’re in a 5G wasteland.”

    “Why are you not wearing a sweater?” was the first thing that came out of Rumi’s mouth, which wasn’t the answer to the woman’s question that she was pretty sure she did actually know — somewhere deep down in her brain that wasn’t stuck on the outrageous statement on her t-shirt or the pretty bow of her lips.

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    “I can’t find my favorite sweater,” Mira deadpans.

    “Huh, that’s weird.”

    She stares knowingly at Rumi’s sheepish smile, the other girl still blocking her view from the doorway. “Yeah. Weird.”

    (Rumi finally allows some of her demon-like tendencies to fly free at home, inevitably leading to a discovery.)

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    Rumi had done her research. She had prepared for sex the way she would for any new experience: as an obstacle to be conquered when the time came, as something she could prime herself for through training, something she would be ready for if only she worked hard enough in advance. But she hadn’t expected it to be anything like this. The hot sticky overwhelm of it all. She had thought they would talk more; she had, cringing, practiced dirty talk in the mirror, the way she’d heard tops croon low and sweet in American porn, the way she thought her girls might like.

    Rumi is not used to wanting things.

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    They were so much better at speaking their love. For her, for each other. Zoey had always been like that, even before the lines of their relationships had shifted. And Rumi, once the walls finally all came down, it was like a floodgate. But Mira — Mira didn't know how to do that. She hated that she didn't know how to do that, because she felt it so much. So she poured all of her big feelings into actions instead. It felt more natural, to show her love this way.

    And now she couldn't.

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    Or: Mira, a bad injury, and learning to let herself be held.

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    26 Jan 2026

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    This was, without a doubt, Mira's worst nightmare.

    The woman to her left leant over her for the fourth time to talk to the person on her right, and Mira tore her headphones down - her over-ear, very expensive, noise cancelling headphones that apparently were completely useless when faced with whatever actual nonsense this woman was saying to her friend - to sit around her neck so she could say with venom, “Please switch seats with me. I'm begging you.”

    “It's not allowed,” the purple-haired woman on her right said, her hands visibly tense on the armrests. On Mira's armrest. Everyone knew the person in the middle seat got both armrests. Fuck AirAsia for charging for allocated seating. “If you're not in your assigned seats they can't identify you from your teeth when you die.”

    The ‘I'm stuck in the middle seat of an airplane and these two idiots won't swap seats to sit next to each other’ AU. Established Zorumi, a very grumpy Mira, and a six hour flight.

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    26 Jan 2026