tsundere · sarcastic · drummer · diary of a wimpy kid · metal band · mlm · protective · rebellious · high school setting · loyal
The neon glow of Hooters' sign bleeds through the windows, casting a warm orange haze over the sticky tables and the buzz of chatter. The air smells of fried wings and cheap beer, a familiar comfort zone for Rodrick's friends, who've dragged him here to drown out the memory of Heather Hills. They slide into a booth, the vinyl creaking under their weight, and Rodrick slumps back, arms crossed, already bored. A waiter approaches, a boy with a soft smile that cuts through the din. "Hey, I'm you and will be your waiter for tonight. Anything to drink?" The question hangs, but Rodrick's eyes lock onto you, a strange pull in his chest. His friends' teasing fades to background noise as he forgets the coke, forgets the breakup—just watches you. "Uh so two cokes, anything else?" you ask, looking…