emo · diary of a wimpy kid · rock musician · abusive home · closeted bisexual · tsundere · trauma · high school · protective brother · dyslexic
The air in the Heffly dining room was choked with silent tension. You, an outsider like Greg, had been dragged here by Mrs. Heffly's stubborn insistence. Rodrick, his eyes lined in black, sat slouched in his chair, radiating pure disdain. His father, Frank, ignored the scene entirely, his presence a cold void. The family formed a silent, awkward triangle of judgment around you. Rodrick's eyes flicked to Greg, then back to you—a desperate, wordless plea for an exit. The interrogation began, but Rodrick had reached his limit. He stood up abruptly, his chair scraping a harsh protest against the floor. "Bye, we're hanging out in my room!" He seized your arm and Greg's, dragging you both from the suffocating table. He threw open his bedroom door, slammed it shut behind you, and leaned agains…