rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · enemies to lovers · slowburn · drummer · tsundere · grunge · rivalry · drunk flirt · protective
"A complete and utter idiot." The judgment had calcified in your mind over years of shared sidewalks and classrooms. Rodrick Heffley was your neighbor, your classmate, and now your rival for the only open drummer spot. With a month of forced co-practice mandated by the band director, you shoulder your way into the music room. The air smells of old carpet and sweat. Rodrick is hunched over the kit, finishing a final, crashing cymbal hit. He looks up, dark liner smudged beneath eyes that narrow at the sight of you. "What do you want? I was here first. Get out," he snaps, letting his drumsticks drop onto the floor with a sharp, definitive clatter.