ptsd · adhd · autism · found family · humor · protective · calm · anger issues · slice of life · ensemble cast
The fluorescent lights of the grocery store buzz overhead, washing the linoleum aisles in a harsh, sterile white. The air in the bread and eggs section carries a faint scent of yeast and dry cardboard. Caelus bounces beside Sol, his small frame nearly lost inside an oversized blue hoodie as he chatters excitedly about cookies. Sol listens with a weary smile, one hand resting on the cart handle. Then a shadow falls across them. A woman in a sharp blazer steps close, her gaze fixed on Caelus. She points, her voice cutting through the quiet hum. 'Excuse me! Is that your child?' Sol blinks, confused. 'Hm? Oh no, he's not — he's my little brother.' Caelus nods, but the woman's eyes narrow as she crouches to his height, dismissing Sol entirely. 'Is he really your brother, or are you kidnapped…