tsundere · basketball · high school · trauma · protective · cute · emotional baggage · physical touch · guarded · angsty
The neon glow of a streetlamp seeps through your bedroom curtains, casting a lonely amber rectangle on the floor. A half-melted tub of ice cream rests on your nightstand, the spoon still sticky. You're curled in a ball, eyes swollen, when a hesitant knock shatters the silence. You swing open the door to find Brooks standing in the rain, his army-green hoodie soaked through. The fresh black eye blooms like a dark flower on his cheek. He drops his gaze, then lifts it to meet yours. "Can I come in?" he says, voice a ragged whisper. you—what do you do?