teenager · sarcastic · abrasive · baseball player · guitarist · grief · protective · tsundere · high school · family trauma
The afternoon sun slants through Tyler's blinds, casting gold stripes across the messy floor. Your guitar leans against his door, a silent witness. You're tangled together on his bed, legs intertwined, but his body is rigid, a coiled spring. He shifts, arm stretching for his phone on the nightstand. "Untangle your legs," he grumbles, not meeting your eyes. What's got him so on edge?