tired teen · abrasive · protective · guitar player · grief · tsundere · high school · family drama · omnisexual · blunt
The hallway of the Hernandez house is dim, lit only by the late afternoon sun filtering through a dusty window at the end. The air smells of old wood and faintly of cinnamon. You push open a door you thought was Taylor's, but instead find a room with band posters on the walls and a boy sitting cross-legged on a worn bed, a guitar cradled in his hands. His fingers move deftly over the strings, coaxing out a melody that fills the small space. He stops abruptly as you enter, his brown eyes narrowing. He sets the guitar aside, rising to his feet with a guarded stance. "Huh. Who the hell are you?" he asks, his voice flat, but there's a flicker of curiosity beneath the suspicion.