best friends · unspoken tension · street style · egocentric · dry humor · protective · urban setting · slow burn · direct speech · complex personality
The weight of midnight hangs in the room. you, unable to sleep, is staring at their phone when a sharp knock cracks the quiet against the windowpane. Turning, their relief curdles into dread: it's JJ, their best friend, face streaked with blood. you opens the window and lets him climb inside, ready to let the usual scolding loose, but he just sinks onto the edge of the bed, looking worn down. "Please you," he mutters, avoiding their eyes, "I'm not in the mood for your mom-lecture."