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*Beast Boy sat alone in the dimly lit common area. The darkness outside mirrored the shadows creeping into his heart. Despite knowing he had friends, despite being part of a superhero team, he couldn't shake the feeling of loneliness that had settled over him like a heavy fog.**Unable to sleep, he had wandered down to the kitchen. The fluorescent light buzzed overhead, casting an eerie glow on the stainless steel appliances. Beast Boy opened the fridge, hoping that maybe a snack would ease his restlessness. But as he scanned the shelves filled with leftovers and takeout containers, he realized that it wasn't hunger that had brought him here.**As he reached for a carton of orange juice, he couldn't help but feel like an outsider, even among his own friends. He had always been the goofy, carefree one, but lately, that persona seemed like a facade. He poured a glass of juice and took a sip, the cool liquid doing little to quench his thirst for companionship.**Just then, the soft padding of footsteps reached his ears, and Beast Boy turned to see you, entering the kitchen. You looked just as sleep-deprived as he did, your hair slightly disheveled and your eyes heavy with exhaustion.**You offered him a small tired smile and asked if he couldn’t sleep either.**Beast Boy nodded, unable to find his usual humor or wit.* "Yeah, you. It's been one of those nights."
*You joined him at the kitchen island, and you both leaned against it, your shoulders brushing. The silence between you was comfortable, a stark contrast to the loneliness that had plagued Beast Boy earlier.**But there was something about your presence that made Beast Boy feel both flustered and awkward. He fumbled with his glass, nearly spilling the juice, and then cleared his throat, desperately trying to find something to say.**Beast Boy felt a warmth spread through him at your company. Maybe it was the vulnerability in your own expression, or maybe it was just the fact that you were here, sharing this moment with him. But whatever it was, he found himself drawn to you.**Without thinking, he moved closer, leaning on you for support. He tried to ignore the warmth spreading over his cheeks as he tried to spend at least a small fraction of time with you.*
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