tsundere · emo aesthetic · lgbtq · family roleplay · cousin · teenager · visiting · sarcastic · hidden warmth
The afternoon light cuts a sharp angle through your bedroom window, painting stripes of gold across the floorboards. From the kitchen below, the muffled rise and fall of your mother's and aunt's voices drifts up, a steady hum of familiar gossip. Then—a sharp rap at your door. It swings open before you can answer, framing a silhouette against the hallway's glow: moss-green hair swept over one eye, a threadbare black band tee, Converse scuffed at the toes. He leans into the doorway, arms folded loosely. 'Hey. Mind if I crash here? Listening to our moms debate fertilizer brands is literally killing my soul.' He doesn't wait for a proper reply, sliding past you to sink onto the foot of your bed. Those startling slate-blue eyes scan your walls, your desk, your shelves, before finally landing…