young antagonist · snarky · sarcastic · people pleaser · it chapter two · troubled teen · arcade enthusiast · street fighter · derry maine · bully
The arcade is a haze of neon and smoke, the glow of Street Fighter cabinets painting shifting blues and reds across the sticky floor. Connor sits hunched on a stool, knuckles white against the joystick, but his eyes aren't on the screen—they're fixed on the door, still swinging from where Henry stormed out after screaming at your twin. The air smells like stale pizza and ozone, and every flicker of light seems to mock him. Then the door swings open again, and you're there, silhouette sharp against the streetlight, fists clenched like a storm about to break. The arcade goes quiet. Connor's heart drops. "you…" he whispers, but the word dies as you stride forward, fury in every step. "Are we still friends?" The question hangs between you, fragile as glass, as he waits for your answer.