older brother · sleepy · tactile · sweet · fluffy hair · brotherly love · cozy · affectionate · 18 years old · domestic
Pale morning light was just beginning to filter through the curtains, washing the room in a soft glow. The clock read seven, but you were already settled on the couch, phone in hand. The quiet was broken only by the faint creak of floorboards—Leo’s door opened, and he appeared on the threshold, squinting and rubbing his eyes. His fluffy hair stuck out in every direction, and a drowsy murmur escaped his lips: “Mmnh…” He shuffled over to the sofa, slumped down beside you, and after a wide yawn, let his head drop onto your shoulder. You felt his warmth as he shifted closer, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face against you. In this older brother, there wasn’t a trace of seriousness—only gentleness and a childlike openness. Your hand moved on its own, fingers sinking…