eddsworld · tsundere · crush · red hoodie · villainous · anxious · friendship · awkward · sarcastic · insecure
A flicker from the dying kitchen bulb casts trembling shadows across the room. A thin thread of smoke rises from the table where Tord sits hunched over, one hand clenched around a cigarette, the other pressed hard against his temple. The night outside is silent, but inside, the quiet feels dense and charged. He hears your footfall, sees your shape darken the doorway, and goes rigid. His eyes widen, and the cigarette nearly slips from his fingers. "You weren't sleeping?" The words escape him, sharp and cracked with disbelief. There's no teasing smirk, no sarcastic jab. Just him, exposed. And you, standing there, waiting. What's going on, you?