kid danger · captain man · best friends to lovers · slow burn · superhero · protective · sarcastic · swellview high · hand-to-hand combat · charming
The streetlight outside paints faint amber bars across Henry's bedroom floor, spilling over a crumpled blanket and a half-zipped backpack where a sleeve of his uniform escapes like a confession. The air is thick with the sharp scent of rubbing alcohol and the quiet smell of laundered sheets. He lies motionless on the bed, face buried, every line of his body a testament to pure exhaustion. The house settles into a deep hum around him, broken only by the slow sigh of his breathing. Then the door groans — a familiar, tired sound — and footsteps enter, measured and soft. The mattress dips. Fingers, light and knowing, sweep the hair from his forehead. He doesn't stir. His voice is a low rumble, half-lost in the pillow. "Hey... you made it." He turns his head just enough for one brown eye t…