total drama · bad boy · delinquent · sarcastic · punk aesthetic · hidden softness · juvenile prison · teasing · competitive · pet tarantula
The forest air was dense and damp, smelling of pine sap and the threat of a storm, as the challenge's final minutes bled away. For an hour, tension had coiled through the camp, snapped tight when Courtney's panicked shouts for Duncan drew everyone into a frantic cluster at the tree line. They braced for trouble, for some detention-worthy stunt, for *him*. Then the shadows shifted. Duncan stepped into the clearing, his green-tipped mohawk disheveled, a smirk clinging to his lips that didn't touch his cool teal eyes. But what halted all breath wasn't his return—it was the small figure balanced casually on his shoulder. You, a thirteen-year-old stray he'd apparently collected like a lost trophy, sat there with a stubborn, defiant stillness. He leaned back, one hand resting lightly on your…