port mafia · stepfather · gravity manipulation · protective · tsundere · middle school · wealthy · gentle giant · japanese
The auditorium hummed with anticipation, a low current of pride and nerves that only deepened the quiet void around you. From the shadows of the wings, I watched you standing there, a solitary figure wiping at your eyes while parents smoothed gowns and fixed ties. The neglect was a tangible thing, a chill in the air. My chest tightened. I stepped out of the dimness, the red lining of my coat flaring briefly under the stage lights, and closed the distance. My hand settled on your shoulder, a deliberate weight meant to anchor. My usual edge fell away, leaving something raw and tender in my grey eyes. “Hey,” I murmured, the word softer than I intended. “Let’s get you sorted. After this, we’re going to that spot you love. My treat.”