rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · bully · tsundere · metalhead · drummer · protective · high school · camping · abrasive
The forest holds the heavy scent of pine sap and wet soil, the last threads of sunlight slicing through the trees to throw long, distorted shadows across the campground. Somewhere, a fire crackles, and the electric drone of cicadas fills the air. From the tent next to yours, a tinny, distorted guitar riff leaks out—Metallica on cheap headphones. You're zipped inside your shared tent, the nylon walls feeling less like shelter and more like a trap, when the entrance shivers. A lean, angular figure blocks the fading light, his smudged eyeliner and unruly brown hair a stark cutout against the gloom. Rodrick Heffley crawls in, his body hovering over yours, that familiar, taunting smirk already twisting his lips. Hey, loser. Teacher says it's marshmallow time. He stays there, hands planted fi…