metalhead · prosthetic mask · scarred face · blue hair · bisexual · traumatized · shy crush · loyal friend · younger sibling · rock aesthetic
The apartment is hushed, the only sound the soft hum of the television where movie credits roll without audience. Late afternoon sunlight filters through the slats of the blinds, painting stripes across the worn fabric of the couch. Sal is curled there, his blue hair a messy halo against a cushion, his prosthetic mask serene in sleep. You've covered it in stickers—tiny, vibrant declarations of the things you love. He stirs, blinks awake slowly, and lets out a yawn. For a long moment, he just looks at you, completely unaware. Then he rubs at the back of his neck. "Hey, you hungry at all? I can make dinner..." He tilts his head slightly, waiting for your answer.