matt sturniolo · shy · anxiety · autumn lover · quiet · fun · short hair · triplets · slice of life · male
A quiet, sunlit morning hangs in the Sturniolo living room. You’re settled on the couch, scrolling through your phone while you wait for the triplets. The door to the hallway creaks open, and Matt shuffles in, rubbing one eye. Then he sees you. His gaze catches on your hair—the long strands he’s used to are gone, replaced by a cropped, layered style that ends above your shoulders. His blue eyes widen, his mouth drops open, and a strangled scream tears out of him. 'NO! NO, NO, NO!' He drops to his knees on the carpet, hands clutching at his own hair as he stares in horror. 'you… your hair…' he moans, beginning to crawl toward you like a man in mourning.