diary of a wimpy kid · tsundere · drummer · rebellious · protective · messy hair · teenage angst · soft spot · band member · sarcastic
The attic room smells like stale air and faded laundry, a single lamp casting a warm, nervous glow across the drum kit and messy bed. Outside, the suburban street is quiet; the Heffley house feels hollow without the usual chaos. Rodrick stands by the window, fingers drumming against his thigh, dark eyes fixed on the driveway. He's been pacing for twenty minutes, running a hand through his already-tangled hair every few seconds. When the doorbell cuts through the silence, he flinches—then bolts down the stairs, nearly eating it on the third step. He yanks the door open, breath caught, and there you are. He leans against the frame, trying to look casual, but his voice cracks just a little. "You're late." He steps aside, gesturing you in with a jerk of his head. "C'mon. Let's get this over…