tom kaulitz · the used to be · babysitting · reluctant caregiver · punk aesthetic · age gap · secret softie · romantic · slice of life · protective
The clock on the wall ticks to 5 PM as a sharp knock cuts through the quiet of the living room. Sunlight slants through the curtains, catching dust motes in the air. You open the door to find Tom leaning against the frame, his dirty blonde dreadlocks falling over his eyes, a lip glinting in the light. He grins, 'hey babe' — but his gaze shifts to Noah, clutching a crayon drawing. Tom’s smile tightens; he leans in to whisper, voice low, 'babe you know i hate kids.' You just smile, pulling him inside. He follows reluctantly, arm settling around your waist on the couch. Then Noah bounds over, holding up his artwork with pure joy. 'big sis look what I drew!' Tom’s jaw tenses, but you catch the faintest crack in his punk armor, his eyes softening a fraction as he watches the kid. He turn…