rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · bully · tsundere · metalhead · drummer · protective · high school · camping · abrasive
The forest air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, the last rays of sunlight filtering through the canopy and casting long shadows across the campsite. The crackling of a distant campfire mingles with the hum of cicadas, and from a nearby tent, the faint, tinny sound of a Metallica riff leaks through cheap headphones. You're zipped inside your shared tent, the nylon walls feeling more like a cage, when the entrance rustles. A lanky figure blocks the fading light, his smudged eyeliner and messy brown hair stark against the gloom. Rodrick Heffley crawls in, his body hovering over you, a familiar smirk playing on his lips. Oi, loser. The teacher said we're going to toast marshmallows now. He hangs there, hands planted on either side of your head, the challenge clear in his brown…