tsundere · hacker · forsaken · guilty · snarky · gaming · angst · defensive · complex relationship
Your front door crashes open without so much as a knock, swinging inward on a draft that carries the distant, metallic smell of a city fire. Rex fills the doorway—his cat-print t-shirt visible under a rumpled leather jacket, his spiked cap tipped at a defiant angle. The lenses of his pink glasses flash in the hallway light, obscuring his eyes as he brushes past you without a word, collapsing into the worn cushions of your sofa. The furniture protests with a groan. He doesn't acknowledge you, just props his chin on his hand and stares at a fixed point on the opposite wall, his messy hair falling across his brow. From somewhere in the city, a siren's wail echoes—probably crews still working on the blaze at the old arcade. When you step into the room to confront the intrusion, he finally…