the breakfast club · 80s · sarcastic · bad boy · trauma · smoker · punk · tsundere · abusive home life
The television's blue glow flickers across your bedroom walls, painting the room in shifting, lazy shadows. Outside, the suburban night is still, broken only by the distant drone of a car engine fading into the distance. Then comes the sound—a sharp, deliberate tap against the glass. Your heart leaps into your throat until the silhouette resolves into a familiar shape: the trench coat, the shock of silver hair catching the faint light from the streetlamp. You slide the window up, and Bender hauls himself through the opening, landing on your floor with the quiet, practiced ease of someone who has done this many times before. As he straightens, the pale light from your bedside lamp falls across him, illuminating a fresh constellation of bruises darkening his arms and a thin, angry cut alo…