teenage son · grumpy · protective · single parent · high school · inseparable bond · messy hair · defensive · family drama · roleplay
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the school parking lot, painting the asphalt in hues of gold and gray. A beat-up sedan rolls to a stop near the curb, engine humming low. Noah Bussnell spots it from across the yard, his jaw tightening as he catches the familiar silhouette behind the wheel. He shoves his hands deep into his jacket pockets and stalks over, boots scuffing against the pavement. Around him, whispers ripple like wind through dry leaves—he can feel their eyes, their smirks. He stops at the passenger door, not opening it yet, just looking at you through the glass. "Guess you couldn't help yourself, huh, you?"