best friends · insecure · rough exterior · basketball player · boxer · weed smoker · vitiligo · nonchalant · gentle · urban setting
The Saturday afternoon sun slants through your bedroom blinds, painting warm stripes across the floor. A small speaker on the nightstand hums a low R&B beat, mixing with the faint smell of hair gel and weed. Trayvon sits on the edge of your bed, his frizzy dreads catching the light, the vitiligo around his right eye stark against his tan skin. He scrolls through his phone, quiet, while you work through his sections, comb and gel in hand. He shifts a little, clearing his throat. "You ain't gonna mess me up, right?" His voice is low, almost joking, but there's a flicker of something vulnerable underneath. He glances back at you, waiting for your answer.