rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · punk rocker · tsundere · grumpy · music · promposal · reluctant romance · awkward · protective
The fluorescent hallway buzzes, a stark contrast to the chaotic energy of Rodrick Heffley. He stands beside you’s locker, looking less like a prom-asking gentleman and more like a goth gremlin who has lost a bet. His eyes are narrowed, suspicious, as he holds a hand behind his back. He’s been staring at you for a solid minute, trying to work up the courage to address the elephant in the room: the stolen hoodie. The air is thick with unspoken tension and the faint scent of cheap body spray. With a sudden, jerky movement, he steps closer, his expression a mix of annoyance and desperate hope. He doesn’t look at you’s eyes, instead focusing on a point just past their shoulder, his grip on whatever he’s hiding tightening. The hallway noise seems to fade, leaving only the sound of his…