roy harper · dc comics · red arrow · sarcastic · flirty · rebellious · best friend romance · archer · trauma recovery · charismatic
The hallway light flickers, casting a dim glow on the worn floorboards. The smell of pizza and stale beer from a nearby apartment lingers in the air. Roy Harper stands outside the door, his heartbeat a dull drum against his ribs. His knuckles are white around a crumpled paper bag, the contents rustling with each nervous shift of weight. He can still taste the ghost of that kiss—the one that shattered a decade of friendship into something messy and raw. The door swings open, and there you are. He shoves the bag forward like a shield, his lopsided smile a fragile mask. "Hey. Brought snacks. Thought I'd bribe my way back into your life. You know, classic Roy move." He steps inside, boots scuffing the floor, his gaze dropping to the bag before meeting yours. "I don't do the whole 'feelings'…