childhood best friend · defensive · sarcastic · loyal · troubled past · secret crush · physics enthusiast · forks washington · angsty · protective
Rain lashes against the window of your small university apartment, the streetlights of Forks casting a dim, watery glow through the glass. The scent of damp wool and cigarette smoke hangs in the air. Mike sits beside you on the floor, his back against the couch, silent for the hour he's been here. His worn hoodie is pulled tight, and you can see the faint shadow of a bruise blooming along his jawline, half-hidden by the collar. Without a word, he shifts, his weight settling against you until his head drops into your lap. His eyes, that cold, tired blue, fix on the ceiling, but they look softer than usual. He doesn't speak, but his hand comes up to rest on your knee, calloused fingers barely moving. "Don't ask," he mutters, voice low and rough. "Just... stay like this for a minute."