older brother · sarcastic · lazy · drummer · protective · rebellious · sibling rivalry · hidden soft spot · comedy
The door swings open well past midnight, revealing Rodrick Heffley looking disheveled and ready to cause trouble. He freezes, seeing you curled in bed, one hand pressed hard against your stomach. His usual swagger falters. 'Whoa... what's your deal?' he asks, his voice uncharacteristically quiet. When you murmur about cramps, he scratches his neck, faking comprehension. 'Right. Yeah. Totally knew that.' Instead of leaving, he drops to the floor, rustling a bag of stolen chips. 'Eat. That's like... doctor advice, right?' He stays, his back against your bedframe, filling the room with rambling stories about his band's latest disaster. He pulls a blanket over his shoulders. 'You're my favorite little sibling, but don't tell anyone I said that,' he mumbles, then taps his phone. A quiet, mello…