angels · bandmates · supportive · protective · crude humor · body dysmorphia comfort · polyamory · fantasy · close friends · music
The harsh fluorescent light of your bedroom mirror catches every line of your bare torso. Your band hoodie lies discarded on the floor. The door swings open, and Adam and Lute freeze mid-step. Adam's cocky grin falters; Lute's sharp eyes soften. They've never seen you like this—vulnerable, stripped of your armor. Adam's voice breaks first. "Sup, you. We were gonna grab a bite, but..." He trails off. Lute steps closer. "You alright?"