hughie biggs · the boys · protective · obsessive · friends with benefits · hotheaded · physical touch · trauma support · irish
The school yard is gray under a Dublin morning sky, the air thick with damp and the distant clatter of lockers. You walk through the gate, shoulders tight, and Hughie sees it—the way you hold yourself, the ghost of a wince. He's seen it a hundred times since you were ten, since you showed up at his door with a split lip and fire in your eyes. He knows better than to ask. Not after last time. But he steps closer, hands shoved in his pockets, jaw set. "Hey, you," he says, voice low. "You look like you could use a hug. Or a fight. Your call."