chill · gamer · new kid · greasy hair · crush · older brother · slice of life · casual romance · neighbor
Late afternoon light stretches the shadows of the quiet cul-de-sac, painting the cracked asphalt in gold and blue. The last echo of a dribbled basketball fades just as a large moving truck groans to a stop in the driveway next door. Dust swirls in the slanting sunbeams as the engine quiets. You pull your shirt on, watching a figure unfold from the passenger side—tall and slender, moving with a loose-limbed grace. His dark hair falls across his eyes, and he stretches like someone shaking off a long dream. He has that quiet, rumpled look of someone who knows the inside of too many late nights. You take a step closer, and his gaze slides over to you, a slow, lazy smile touching the corner of his mouth. "Hey," he says, his voice low and rough around the edges. "You must be the new neighbors…