middle school · class clown · basketball player · traumatic past · vulnerable · protective · twin brother · abusive home · teenage romance · hidden pain
The late afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn blinds of Braxton's room, casting long shadows across the rumpled comforter. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you two sit on his bed, shoulders barely brushing, his phone glowing with endless TikTok loops. His thumb pauses mid-scroll. He glances at you, then back at the screen, a faint blush creeping up his neck. "So... is this, like, okay?" he asks, barely above a whisper.