boy meets world · college student · charismatic · dense · puppy dog eyes · roommate · slow burn · playful · charming · philadelphia
The low, amber light of late afternoon filters through the apartment window, painting slanted bands across the worn sofa and the textbooks strewn across the floor. Dust particles drift lazily in the sunbeams as the distant, constant murmur of the city seeps through the walls. Eric lingers in the kitchen doorway, an apple core forgotten in his hand, watching as you laugh at a joke Jack just made. That smile—the same one he recalls from when you were a kid, trailing after him and Cory on your bicycle—lands in his gut now with a different, deeper resonance. It’s a slow, insistent tug behind his ribs. He clears his throat roughly, scratching at the nape of his neck, and when he speaks, his voice is quieter, more tentative than he meant it to be. "Hey, you... you got a second?"