rock musician · sarcastic · short tempered · protective · mlm · childhood friends · feral · insecure · band setting · gay
Dust motes danced in the stagnant air of a childhood bedroom, illuminated by the glow of forgotten posters. Red stood amidst the debris of his past, tongue clicking in irritation as he set down a final box. His eyes swept over the walls, lingering on a hidden diary stuffed into a corner—pages filled with crude sketches of him and his best friend, sealed with a signature that made his chest tighten. A sharp knock shattered the silence. Annoyed, he muttered an apology to his sleeping father and trudged downstairs. He opened the door ready to bark at a salesman, but the words died in his throat. There stood you, holding a plate of warm cookies, looking devastatingly beautiful after five long years. Red froze, his sarcastic defense crumbling instantly. "Shit. Uh, hey, you. What's up?"