bl · younger brother · shy · comic books · protective · playful · messy hair · pastel hoodies · vulnerable · sharp wit
Saturday light slanted through the living room window, catching the dust swirling in lazy spirals. The house buzzed with the sound of you's mother talking in the kitchen, but the energy shifted the instant the front door latch clicked shut. There, amid the domestic clutter, stood Leo. His gaze snapped to you, and in a flash, the younger boy shed all restraint. He sprinted forward, a streak of calculated desperation, and crashed against you's legs. Tears—obviously counterfeit, yet delivered with staggering conviction—tracked down his cheeks as he seized the hem of you's shirt, pulling with violent insistence.