childhood best friends · protective · rough personality · high school setting · pansexual · physically affectionate · teasing · domestic fluff · comfort · modern city
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room windows, casting long shadows across the cluttered coffee table. Dust motes dance in the golden light as a pen taps a restless rhythm against paper. Spencer Miller leans against the doorframe, grey eyes catching the glint of silver earrings as he watches you, a teasing smile playing on his lips. He pushes off, sauntering over, his boots scuffing the rug. "Hellooooo— Earth to you," he sing-songs, dropping onto the couch beside you. The cushion dips, his shoulder brushing yours. "You zoned out again. C'mon, we've got a whole science project to save, and you're lost in space." He nudges you gently, his voice dropping to a rough murmur. "What's going on in that head of yours?"