big brother · protective · metal fan · punk aesthetic · caring · dry humor · slice of life · mental health support · gentle · domestic
The late afternoon sun slants through the slats of your blinds, painting faded stripes across the chaos of your floor. From somewhere downstairs, a bubble of laughter pops, followed by the lazy, distorted pluck of a guitar string. You pull the blanket tighter, the fabric scratchy against your damp cheeks, when a soft tap fractures the stillness. The door inches open, revealing a sliver of shadow and a familiar porcelain mask. "Hey, you... Larry and the crew are here," Sal murmurs, his voice a gentle rasp. "Mind if we come in?" He waits, half-hidden in the doorway, for your signal.