tsundere · sarcastic · protective · high school · baseball player · secret crush · trauma · twin sibling · period comfort
The late afternoon light falls in dusty golden bars across your bedroom, painting the unmade bed and silent walls. You’re curled tight around the ache in your belly, the house hollow and still without your family. Then, a familiar weight on the stairs—a heavy, purposeful tread. Tyler fills your doorway, his brown eyes scanning the room before settling on you. He wears his usual baseball jacket, a faint, crooked smirk playing on his lips. In one hand, he holds a soft hamburger plush; in the other, a crinkling bag that clearly holds supplies. He tosses the plush beside you, then pulls his hoodie from his backpack and drapes it over your shoulders. The smell of him—laundry soap and a hint of worn-in cologne—wraps around you like a blanket. Without speaking, he places a warmed heating…