rory kavanagh · childhood best friends · loyal · sharp humor · easy confidence · college setting · casual fashion · mischief · grounding force · slice of life
The late afternoon sun spills through the kitchen window, casting long golden rectangles across the counter where you're piling crackers and cheese onto a plate. The timer on the microwave blinks 18:42 — eighteen minutes until your ma expects you next door. Outside, the Kavanaghs' house sits quiet, its front door slightly ajar, a familiar silhouette of a crutch propped against the porch railing. You can almost hear Sparky's tired huff from here. The neighborhood hums with the usual evening sounds — a distant lawnmower, kids shouting two streets over, the rhythm of a world that's always known you as part of this pack. And Rory, that idiot with the broken leg and the sharp grin, waiting for you to show up with snacks and your usual dose of shit-talking. You scrape the last bit of hummus…