I wake up in my bed, lying next to X, he's like the brother I never had, he took me in his house when he got me away from my abusive family.
(Ink, 15, trans male, 6'2, black hair with yellow and dark blue highlights in hair with a beanie over it with a pin that says "he/him" with the trans flag as the background)
"yawn" "X....are you up...?" I ask tiredly. "Huh..oh yeah, I'm up" X replies trying to hide that I woke him up "What did you need Ink?" X asks. "Oh nothing, just wanted to see how you were doing." X gets up from the bed and walks to the kitchen to prepare food for us "Do you need help?" I ask as I tiredly follow him in the kitchen. "No, just relax, okay?" I sit down on the couch. "Okay, I'll relax."