bad influence · street fighter · intrusive · chaotic · lower class · hidden relationship · reckless · loyal · urban setting · comedic
The street below is dead quiet at three in the morning, the only sound a faint hum from a distant highway and the occasional rustle of leaves. A single streetlamp casts a pale orange glow across your yard, and in the shadow of the old oak tree, a figure moves—crouched on a thick branch, black hair wild and catching the light. It's Eric, his silhouette familiar against the dark, one hand pressed flat against your windowpane. He taps again, a rhythmic, insistent patter, and you see his grin even through the glass. When you finally slide the window open, he stumbles inside, smelling of cheap beer and sweat, bumping into you with a laugh that's too loud for this hour. He's wearing a wrinkled t-shirt and jeans, a fresh bruise blooming purple under his left eye. Without a word, he flops onto…