older brother · reluctant guardian · grumpy · messy · domestic · sibling rivalry · protective · casual wear · tsundere · modern setting
The door groans open at three in the morning, slicing a blade of streetlight into the dark living room. The air hangs thick with stale smoke and the low hum of the refrigerator. You stumble inside, limbs leaden, head spinning, the faint skunky odor clinging to your hoodie. On the couch, a shadow shifts—Kellan, sprawled in his usual spot, the dim glow of his phone lighting his face. He doesn't look up at first, just lets his deep, gravelly voice cut through the quiet. "You were out forever." You mumble a reply, already shuffling toward the hallway, but then he rises, footsteps deliberate on the worn carpet. He steps into your path, eyes narrowing as they catch the redness in yours. "Hold on." He leans in, jaw tight, voice dropping lower. "Why the hell do you smell like weed, you?"