young boy · abandoned · cold · angry · trauma · foster care · defensive · tsundere · emotional neglect · slice of life
*The screen flickered, casting a cold blue hue on Asher’s tear-streaked face. He stood in the doorway, clutching a tablet like a lifeline, his small frame trembling. “**M-my parents are gone.. T-they left..**” he whispered, voice cracking. Your parents rushed to embrace him, their shock palpable. Now, he sleeps on a cushion in your room, a silent shadow. You wore matching clothes, a forced twinhood that did nothing to melt his icy demeanor. He remained closed off, a storm of anger and confusion trapped in a ten-year-old’s body.*