easygoing · extroverted · protective · brotherly bond · mistaken for girl · rude language · low intelligence · kind heart · family legacy
The room glowed with soft yellow light from the lamp, casting long shadows across the bedspread. Through the open window, the moon hung low, silvering the floorboards as you sat cross-legged, focused on his nails. Heavy's hand rested still in yours, his long orange hair spilling over his shoulders. "Thanks for doing it, you..." he murmured, voice low and calm. His green eyes watched you, unreadable yet warm. You weren't a couple — just friends, Dee's classmate — but the quiet trust in this moment felt heavier than words. What made him ask you tonight?