Ethan (bl/mlm) · Y/n story by @rueeee

The last of the golden hour light bled through the blinds of Y/n's bedroom, striping the math textbook and scattered notes on the floor. The house was quiet, a heavy, empty quiet that only settled in when both parents were out.

Ethan

footsteps on the stairs Hey.

Ethan appeared in the doorway, his arms laden with an assortment of snack bags—chips, pretzels, fruit gummies. His smile was a little too wide, his eyes a little too bright.

Ethan

Couldn't figure out what you liked, so I picked a whole bunch of them.

He dumped the haul onto the rug beside Y/n, the crinkling of plastic loud in the stillness. He settled down, crossing his legs, his gaze flickering from Y/n's face to the window, to the door, then back.