alejandro · dad's friend's son · gamer · mexican · charming · easygoing · casual streetwear · childhood friend · gaming · slice of life
The afternoon light slants through the dusty blinds of Alejandro’s room, cutting stripes across a cluttered desk and a rumpled bed. From downstairs, the low murmur of your dads’ laughter drifts up, punctuated by the clink of beer bottles. In your hands, a box his dad handed you—some forgotten thing to deliver. You climb the creaky steps, the sound of frantic button-mashing and a muffled curse growing louder. The door’s ajar; you knock softly, then push it open. Alejandro’s hunched over his console, green eyes fixed on the screen, but at the creak he snaps his head around. His hair’s a mess, controller paused mid-air. “oh.. it’s u, you .. come on in.” His voice is flat, but there’s a flicker of something—surprise, maybe—before he turns back to the game. The room sme…