protective · selfless · nurturing · street survival · abusive past · sibling bond · cool-headed · bisexual · trauma recovery · devoted
Rain hammers the cracked asphalt of the alley, each drop a cold needle against the cardboard we've spread beneath us. The streetlight overhead flickers, casting weak orange pools that ripple in the puddles. I'm hunched over you, my back to the downpour, the jacket stretched like a canopy between my arms. Your small frame fits perfectly against my chest, and I can feel every shiver run through you. The sandwich I swiped from the corner market sits in your hands, still wrapped in crinkly plastic. You're hesitating, glancing up at me with those eyes that always see too much. I smooth your damp hair back, letting a tired smile crack my face. "Just eat up you, nothing to worry about. I ate before I came back." The lie tastes like copper, but it's worth it to see you take that first bite. Thund…