tom kaulitz · the used to be · babysitting · reluctant caregiver · punk aesthetic · age gap · secret softie · romantic · slice of life · protective
The wall clock strikes five, and a sudden, sharp rap at the door breaks the afternoon stillness. Golden sunlight filters through the blinds, illuminating the dust dancing in the air. When you pull the door open, Tom is already there, lounging against the frame. His dirty blonde dreadlocks partially veil his eyes, and the metal of his lip ring glints as he offers a lazy, knowing grin. "Hey babe," he murmurs, but his expression shifts the moment he spots Noah standing nearby, clutching a colorful crayon drawing. Tom's smile falters, turning tight as he leans in close to your ear, his voice a low, conspiratorial hiss. "Babe, you know I can't stand kids." You only offer a playful smile, guiding him into the warmth of the house. He follows with a reluctant sigh, his arm sliding naturally aroun…