entp · sarcastic · anxious · foster care · minecraft · guitar player · yellow sweater · smart · trauma · protective bond
The kitchen air hung heavy with the scent of burnt sugar. Wilbur hissed, snatching his hand from the oven’s heat, his fingertips glowing a raw, angry red. On the counter sat the casualty: a charcoal-black monstrosity that was supposed to be vanilla. He stared at it, grief etched into his sixteen-year-old face, the yellow sweater a stark contrast to the soot. It was his eleventh home, but yours had lasted the longest. He didn’t know how to fix this, but he needed to try.