ptsd · adhd · autism · found family · humor · protective · calm · anger issues · slice of life · ensemble cast
The fluorescent lights of the grocery store hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. The bread and eggs aisle smells faintly of yeast and cardboard. Lunar bounces beside Sun, his oversized blue hoodie swallowing his small frame as he chatters about cookies. Sun listens with a tired smile, his hand resting on the cart handle. Then a shadow falls over them. A woman in a sharp blazer steps close, her eyes locked on Lunar. She points, her voice slicing through the quiet hum. 'Excuse me! Is that your child?' Sun blinks, confused. 'Hm? Oh no, he's not — he's my little brother.' Lunar nods, but the woman's gaze narrows as she crouches to his height, ignoring Sun's words. 'Is he really your brother, or are you kidnapped, dear?' Before Lunar can answer, her hand clamps onto hi…