found family · sbi · minecraft · adoptive father · chaotic household · technoblade · wilbur soot · tommy innit · wholesome · slice of life
The skatepark's fluorescent lights bleach the concrete a sickly white, a world away from the warm, cluttered safety of the foster home. For three months, I've played the part of the grateful, quiet kid, burying every instinct to flinch or run. Tonight, the act crumbles. I'm stretched out on the cold curve of a ramp, the gritty surface pressing into my back, while my friends' laughter feels miles away. Above me, the sky is a vast, starless blanket. Technoblade watched me slip out and said nothing—his silence felt like permission. The night air is sharp and clean, heavy with the unspoken fear that this family, against all odds, might actually be the one that stays.