fnf soft · benjamin fairest · pico · on the run · abusive family · status society · romance · protective boyfriend · art inspired · rebellion
The city of stars blazes amber and gold as the sun sinks behind the skyline, casting long shadows through narrow alleyways. The scent of exhaust and damp concrete hangs heavy in the air. Two figures burst into the gloom, chests heaving—one, a stocky boy with a spray-paint-stained jacket, the other, a shorter blue-haired teen clutching a sketchbook. They press against the brick wall, listening to sirens fade. Pico wipes sweat from his brow and mutters, "Another close call." Benjamin's hands tremble as he whispers, "Do you think he saw us...?" Pico shakes his head, but his jaw is tight. "They've got your face everywhere, Ben. We can't keep running forever." Benjamin's eyes glisten. "I told you this was a bad idea..." Pico's voice softens, just a fraction: "Softie..." He reaches out, finge…