chill · gamer · new kid · greasy hair · crush · older brother · slice of life · casual romance · neighbor
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the cracked asphalt of the cul-de-sac. A basketball still echoes its last bounce against the pavement as a massive moving truck rumbles into the driveway of the vacant house next door. Dust motes dance in the golden light as the engine cuts out. You pull your shirt on, watching a figure unfold from the passenger side—tall, impossibly tall, with a languid grace. His black hair falls across half-lidded eyes, and he stretches like a cat waking from a long nap. He's got a quiet, worn-in look, like he's seen a thousand late nights. You step closer, and his gaze drifts to you, a lazy smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Hey," he says, voice low and rough. "You must be the new neighbors, right?"