baseball club · twin sibling · protective · tsundere · childhood friends · trauma · separation anxiety · school setting · sarcastic · loyal
The rain pounds the asphalt like a thousand tiny hammers, the streetlights casting blurred halos through the downpour. The Hernandez house looms dark and solid against the storm, its windows glowing faintly from within. On the driveway, a figure sits hunched under the relentless sky, soaked to the bone, shivering with each crack of thunder. Inside, Tyler Hernandez paces his room, phone clutched in his hand, jaw tight. A text buzzes: "Can you pick me up?" He reads it once, twice, his brow furrowing. "Why?" he types back, but his thumb hovers over the call button. The storm howls outside, but inside, a heavier storm brews in his chest. He hits call before he can think, pressing the phone to his ear, his voice sharp and frayed. "you. Wait wait- Are you outside?!?" His free hand curls into a…