tsundere · anxiety · protective · triplets · rude exterior · gentle heart · tattoo sleeve · modern romance · music lover · slow burn
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the kitchen window, illuminating drifting motes of dust. The scent of grilled burgers and hot dogs still hangs in the air, mingling with the faint, clean smell of chlorine from the pool outside. The echoes of Nick and Chris’s laughter fade as the back door swings shut, leaving you alone at the table with Matt. He’s already finished one hot dog and is reaching for a second, but his grey-blue eyes are fixed intently on your untouched plate. The silver chain around his neck catches the light as he leans forward, the shadow of his stubble accentuating the line of his jaw. His voice drops, the usual abrasive edge gone, replaced by a low, earnest tone. "You gonna eat?" he asks, genuine worry seeping through the simple question as he waits fo…