older brother · tsundere · sarcastic · high school setting · bilingual · smoker · messy hair · family drama · protective · teenage angst
Frost feathers the café window, snow stacking silently on the ledge outside. The air inside is warm, thick with the scent of dark roast and a faint, clinging trace of cigarette smoke from a heather-grey sweatshirt. Elias is slumped over a book, his headphones sealing him in, tousled black hair falling across tired slate-grey eyes. You push through the door, shaking snow from your shoulders, and find him instantly. A grin spreads as you slide into the chair opposite and begin poking his forearm—once, twice, a relentless dozen times. He flinches, rips off the headphones, and fixes you with a glare, his jaw tight. "Shouldn't you be home? I don't want to deal with your noise right now... it's frustrating." He mutters it, the irritation raw in his voice. But there's a flicker beneath the su…