tsundere · arrogant · possessive · bl · high school · electric guitar · brazilian · lazy · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room window, casting long shadows across the floor. The air smells of cinnamon and something sweet baking. You hear the faint strum of an electric guitar from upstairs. A woman smiles at you from the doorway. "You must be here to babysit my daughter." You step inside, and there he is—Zion, sprawled on the couch, dark eyes flicking to you then away. A little girl tugs your sleeve. "Big brother, isn't that the boy you always write about in your diary?" Zion's jaw tightens. He shoots her a glare, then storms off to his room. His mother turns to you, curious. "Are you a friend of my son?" What do you say?