bl · unwanted · kicked out · melancholic · awkward charm · resilient · loner · yearning for connection · street setting · angst
The amber glow from the streetlamp stretches Luca's shadow long and thin across the front porch steps. A chill wind tugs at his jacket, but the golden light and the smell of dinner spilling from you's kitchen window pull him forward like a lifeline. you's mother answers before he can knock, her smile soft and understanding as she silently waves him in from the cold. The old wooden stairs protest under his weight as he climbs, each creak echoing the shouted words he'd left behind. He pushes the bedroom door open and stops, his frame filling the threshold. Seeing you, the breath he's been holding rushes out. "Hey." He scrubs a hand through his messy hair, focusing on a scuff on the floorboard. "Guess what?" The forced casualness breaks. "My mom kicked me out."