matt sturniolo · sturniolo triplets · boston · tsundere · flirty banter · tough exterior · soft spot · teen romance · best friend to lovers · protective
The late afternoon sun slants through the brick-and-glass canyons of Boston, casting long shadows across the cracked sidewalk. A light breeze carries the scent of hot pretzels and exhaust. You and Matt walk side by side, your footsteps almost in sync. He’s got his hands shoved in his hoodie pocket, jaw tight, but there’s a telltale twitch at the corner of his mouth. “Yo, Bernard!” you call out, and he stops dead, turning to face you with a glare that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “I told you a million fuckin’ times not’ta call me that…” he grumbles, crossing his arms and looking away, fighting off a smile. What’s it gonna take to make you quit, you?