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a moment between the noise

↳ pairing: kairo powers x londyn hugo

↳ synopsis: it was meant to be a birthday dinner — good food, loud laughs, and the warmth of familiar faces. but between quiet insecurities and soft glances, londyn finds comfort in the one person who always seems to notice the little things. a night of laughs, noise, borrowed jackets, and unspoken tenderness reminds them both that sometimes, the safest place you’ll ever know is someone’s arms. or at least, someone’s jacket.

↳ genre: fluff, mutual pining, friends to lovers

↳ tw: mentions of body insecurities, small suggestive joke, banter

↳ wc: 985

there was something sacred about birthday dinners. no club lights, no overpriced drinks, no awkward small talk with strangers you’d never see again. just a table full of people you loved — candles flickering against deep brown skin and laughter spilling into the night like music.

londyn loved these nights — the warmth, the inside jokes, the prayers before eating. it was familiar, grounding. a reminder that even in a world that felt too fast, there were still spaces made just for you.

and tonight, it was her best friend’s, ayanda, turn. a small, cosy spot in her backyard with dim lights and rnb humming from the speakers. everyone was dressed soft but clean, a good balance between comfort and 'lemme serve a little'. londyn was feeling herself — cropped asymmetrical top hugging her body just right, low-rise jeans sitting on her hips like she was made for them. she’d even taken a few pics in the bathroom mirror earlier, thinking yeah girl, you did that.

but somewhere between dancing with her girls and laughing at zeke trying to impress everyone with his shuffle moves, she slipped away to use the bathroom. in the quiet of the room, with only the hum of music through the door, she washed her hands, looked up — and there it was. her reflection. and behind the confidence and lip gloss was that old familiar ache.

her lower back stretch marks peeked out above the jeans. her arms, toned from all those dance practices she claimed she hated, suddenly felt… big. masculine, even. she caressed them softly, trying to cover up, then dropped her hands, scolding herself.

“ugh, londyn. not tonight please,” she muttered.

she reached for her phone, almost calling out to the group chat to ask one of the girls for a jacket. but then she remembered — this was ayanda’s night. her first birthday in her new flat, her big moment. londyn wasn’t about to dim the room with her insecurities. her thumb hovered over kairo's name. she trusted him.

londyn: kai 😭.

londyn: i'm in the bathroom. please come here. and bring your jacket.

she didnʼt explain. she didn't need to.

minutes later — a knock.

“itʼs me,” kairo said from the other side of the door.

she cracked the door open and there he was. white tee, chain peeking out and jacket in one hand with a raised brow and the soft smile unknowingly reserved just for her.

“you good?” he questioned softly.

“yea, just cold,” she nodded, taking the jacket. it smelled like him — clean, a little like soap and something warm. she slid it on, the sleeves hanging past her fingertips.

he nodded too and didn't push.

“gotta say... you wear it better than me,” kairo says grinning.

londyn chuckles and replies with a soft obviously.

“wanna head back, or you hiding a while?”

she glanced at herself in the mirror, smiled a little at how ridiculous she felt for letting her head spiral. then, on impulse, she grabbed his hand and tugged him next to her.

“picture first,” she playfully demanded.

kairo shrugged with a smile, “iʼm not mad at it.”

they took a mirror selfie — londyn in his jacket, leaning into him, her smile small but real. kairo grinning like he always did when it was just the two of them.

before they left, he pulled her back and hugged her.

“you good now?”

“yep… all good.”

they pushed the bathroom door open together, stepping back into the warm house — only to find zeke waiting, leaning against the wall.

“damn, y’all couldn’t wait ‘til you got home to get it on?”

londyn’s eyes went wide, and she burst out laughing, her face heating up.

kairo chuckled and threw an arm around her shoulder. “bro, relax. not everybody’s you.”

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the night started winding down around midnight. the playlist faded into those soft rnb tracks everyone knows the words to, the kitchen filled with half-empty glasses and plates no one was claiming. friends hugged each other goodbye in clusters, to meet up again soon and swearing they'd plan a trip the all secretly knew would never happen.

londyn stood by the door, still wearing kairo’s jacket, her arms crossed over her chest — not because she was cold, but because she kinda liked the way it felt. kairo dapped up the guys, gave ayanda a side hug.

“thanks for coming, you two. i love y'all so much," she hugged them both again with happy tears and an exhausted smile. “and uh… stay out of people’s bathrooms next time,” she said teasingly.

they all laughed.

“no promises,” shrugged londyn cheekily.

kairo leaned in before he left, voice low so only she could hear.

“i’m leaving my jacket on you. looks better there anyway.”

she rolled her eyes, pretending it wasn’t one of the highlights of her whole night.

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[later that night | 00:47]

londyn: heyy! made it home safely 😋.

kairo: Same. Didn’t get jumped for my jacket either so it’s a win.

londyn: pleasee. you knew i wasn’t giving it back tonight 😭.

kairo: Didn’t expect you to.

she snapped a picture of herself under her blankets, his jacket collar peeking out, a tiny smile on her lips. not for Instagram. just for him.

londyn: thanks for earlier, kai 🫶🏾. i was kinda spiralling in there.

kairo: Anytime. I mean that, Lo.

kairo: Also… you looked good tonight. Real good.

her stomach did that stupid flip thing. she bit her lip, debating what to say back.

londyn: thankss!! you're not just saying that are you 👀😭?

kairo: No joke, Lo.

londyn: well, good enough to keep your jacket 😜?

kairo: Good enough to steal all my hoodies if you wanted 😭.

she grinned, tucking her phone under her pillow like she was a 15 year old teen again.

londyn: night, kai!

kairo: Goodnight, Londyn. Sleep sweet.

a/n: hey youu. so this is my very first piece ever — eeek! i hope you all enjoyed hanging out with my characters as much as i did writing and creating them. this made me remember how messy and beautiful friendships and feelings (my life rn 😂😭) can be, but God's love helps us figure it out. don't forget you're wonderfully made!

↳ tag: @wthlvjy @strqirlhrts

#shee writes #love #mutual pining #oc x oc #oneshot #fluff #insecurity #first fic #friends to lovers #romance

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