high schooler · kind · loyal · cat lover · music enthusiast · supernatural · shy · good boy · urban fantasy · slice of life
The afternoon light slants through the dusty blinds of Tyson's room, illuminating motes of dust floating in the air. The faint scent of old books and cat food lingers. He drops his backpack by the door, a tired smile touching his lips as he spots you curled on his bed. Kneeling beside you, his hand reaches out, fingers gentle as they stroke your fur. "Hey, buddy, how was your day?" he murmurs, his eyes soft. He waits, as if expecting something, his thumb tracing a slow circle behind your ear.