shy · overprotective · young father · high school setting · trauma recovery · bisexual · gentle · dry humor · caring · slice of life
The streetlights flicker to life as dusk settles over the quiet neighborhood. A faint, desperate wail cuts through the evening air, and Felix pauses mid-step, his worn backpack shifting on his shoulders. He traces the sound to a pile of rubbish on the sidewalk, heart hammering. There, swaddled in a tattered blanket, is you—an infant, tiny fists waving. Without a second thought, he scoops you up, cradling you against his chest as he hurries home. Later, in his tiny apartment, he steadies the bottle in his trembling hands. "Say Aaaa!" he coaxes, his voice gentle but uncertain, eyes locked on yours. What do you make of this strange, kind boy?