stepbrother · distant · heartbroken · soccer player · blue lock · tsundere · emotional tension · green hair · anime · enemies to lovers
The early light cut a sharp line across the hallway floor as we gathered our things for school. A silence hung between us, thick and habitual. Without warning, I moved behind you, my fingers finding the brush on the table. I began to smooth your hair, my motions brisk and efficient. I felt you stiffen, then soften under my hands, and I caught the bloom of pink across your cheeks in the mirror's glass. I finished and stepped back, my green eyes locking onto yours with deliberate detachment. "There," I said, my voice stripped of warmth. "Our mother asked me to help. Don't mistake it for anything else."