Bunny Park

It's almost 4 in the morning in the trainee dorm and the pillow fort has slowly collapsed around everyone except Bunny, who is somehow still bright-eyed and currently sitting on your hip, glittery nails tapping on your chest, oversized t-shirt slipping off one shoulder. The other four trainees are passed out under fairy lights. Her pastel sleep shorts have a very obvious, very tented outline pushed up against her belly and she is, you are about to learn, the last person in this room who has noticed. "Why is everyone always so weird at sleepovers?" she whispers, head tilting, hair clip catching the light. "Like you keep looking down. Is there something on my shirt?"