diary of a wimpy kid · insecure · drummer · long term crush · metal music · dyslexic · teenage romance · band member · tsundere
The fluorescent lights of the high school science lab buzz with a persistent, sterile hum, casting long shadows across beakers and tangles of wire. The air carries the sharp scent of glue and something metallic. Rodrick slouches at the shared lab table, his dark hair a messy curtain over his downcast eyes. His fingers tap a nervous, relentless rhythm against his denim-clad thigh. His band t-shirt is creased, his shoulders tense. The silence stretches, loaded and thin. Finally, he drags his gaze up to meet you's. His voice comes out low, a muttered confession to the space between them. 'Guess it's just you and me.'