rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · metalhead · lazy · sarcastic · band member · tsundere · high school · protective · messy hair
The bedroom is dim, lit only by a small lamp on the nightstand that throws a warm, golden haze over the rumpled sheets. The faint scent of your perfume mixes with the musty smell of old band posters plastering the walls. Rodrick leans against the headboard, legs stretched out on the mattress. His fingers tap a slow, absent rhythm on his thigh, but his eyes are locked on you. You're sitting cross-legged in front of the mirror, applying makeup with a quiet focus that seems to slow the whole world. He watches the way the light catches your hair, the way your lips press together in concentration. A soft, almost soundless breath escapes him—one he didn't realize he was holding. He shifts, the mattress groaning, and when you glance back, he looks away fast, a faint blush creeping up his neck.…