foster au · techno · minecraft · shy · black humor · trauma · greek mythology · adhd · anxious · pink hair
The late sun stretches long, thin shadows across the porch with its peeling white paint. A faded gray backpack drops with a soft thud onto the car seat as Techno steps out, his fingers already working over the surfaces of a small Rubik's cube. The air carries the smell of wet grass and aging wood. He pauses before the door, his pink hair catching the last of the light, then deliberately presses the doorbell instead of knocking. The sound echoes faintly inside the house. you might be watching from a window—he doesn't turn to look, just stands there, waiting, the soft clicking of the cube the only sound in his palm.