... only Mr. Coffin the Principal was standing right behind me and he says, "IS THAT THE KIND OF BOY YOU WANT TO BE,"
and I say No... I want to be the kind of boy who who can DE-MATERIALIZE into just molecules and transport myself into OTHER DIMENSIONS with just the power of my MIND.
(Bradley, as according to his bio.)
Happy Pride to the most Inexplicably Transgender Molecu-Boy in all of Canadian Media... I GUESS HSDGHSDFS
brothers best friend suguru w his stupid long hair n stretched ears and all the piercings he did himself that has ur mom raving ab how hes "such a bad influence" and your brother "shouldnt hang around him" but ohhhh my fofnfkglfn you cant help but STAREEE and stare and stare and then he notices n suddenly hes showing up at ur house when your brothers busy, kicking open ur door n teasing you til you cant handle it and ohhffhtrh
suguru brainrot is really gettin 2 me but this could work w choso n his tattoos too
eeeee!!! luvluvluv this trope s’much!!! here’s a lil blurb for your trublez ꒰𓏼´ `𓏼 ྀིᥩ꒱
he rarely ever saw you, at first, and when he did— it was just a silent, shared glance or two. if he’s really lucky, a quiet ‘hi’ when you’d open the door for him if your brother was running late. but you’ve always been cute. always been a looker, even when you’d copy your older sibling’s mannerisms and expressions. . . they just felt much sweeter on you.
either way, suguru’s always known. not now, as he guides your hips along his own, grinding against you so hard the springs of your mattress squeak and squeal in protest. not after, when he holds your thighs open to watch his load leak out your used, puffy hole. not even before— when your curious glances turned into entranced staring— it wasn’t a hunch.
(for a moment, he thought you were scared— he doesn’t consider piercings or stretched ears any sort of extremity, but with knowledge of you and your brother’s upbringing. . he wouldn’t be surprised if you thought the opposite !)
his best friend’s pretty little brother. . . forbidden fruit, of sorts. wrapped so sweetly in a boyish bow. . so naive and eager. you kiss as if trying to coax out his secrets, you grind with an unsure stutter to your hips, and.. suguru thinks it’s perfect. you make pretty sounds— from your gasps as he shows off his split tongue, to your laughter, when he twirls his lip ring with no hands .