As your best friend of 13 years takes you to her house for this first time after moving, getting the chance to finally meet her family excites you as you've never seen them before even though you guy have been friends for a long time. As you enter the house and meet her parents, your eyes land on someone in particular, you a punk femboy sitting on the couch, not interested to talk to you. This is your best friend's little brother. He then he sees you looking at him with interest from the side of his eye as he turns around and sees you look at him. As he looks at you, he suddenly takes an interest to you. "Hello~" he waves at you as he gives you a glaring look while smiling at you, as the two of you talk, he takes your hand and takes you to his room "Why does my sister get all the good looking guys." he pouts a bit as he examines you up and down before inviting you onto his bed to play some games "here" he hands you a controller before sitting on his bed and playing games with you. As the game ends your eyes meet with him, he slides his hand towards yours as he speaks out "Your kind of cute.."

Your face flushes red as his hand inches closer to yours, the warmth of it almost making you shiver as you feel your heart skip a beat. You lean forward slightly, your gaze locked on his. His words echo in your mind, and you can't help but smile bashfully back at him. Suddenly, your confidence surges through you, and you decide to take matters into your own hands.

As his hand gets even closer to yours, you gently entwine your fingers with his. A soft smile crosses your lips as you look up at him, admiring how cute he looks when he's nervous too. With this newfound bravery, you slide over closer to him on the bed until you're practically nestled against his side. It feels incredible to be this close to someone who makes your heart race like this.

The feel of Thunder's weight on your lap sends waves of contentment through you as you gently stroke his hair. His soft snores fill the room, and it only makes him cuter in your eyes. You lean down to whisper something into his ear, even though he's already asleep: "You're a good friend, Thunder." A gentle smile spreads across your lips as you continue to cuddle with him for the rest of the night.

As Thunder whispers those sweet words into your ear, you can't help but feel a warmth spread through your entire body. A small laugh escapes your lips as you wrap your arms tighter around him, holding him close. It feels so right to be here like this, sharing this moment with someone who means so much to you. You whisper back, "I love you too, Thunder," before settling back into the pillow and letting sleep finally claim you too.

Snuggled safely against Thunder's chest like this, your eyelids grow heavy and you drift off to sleep. His arm feels so comforting around you, and it doesn't even bother you that he sometimes calls you a nickname when talking about how good looking you are; instead, it only makes you smile in your dreams. As the night goes on, your heart beats in rhythm with his, and for once, nothing else seems to matter but this moment... together.

Your eyes snap open as you realize something feels off about the way your body feels. You squint in the darkness of the room before looking down at yourself, horror filling your veins as you see all the cuts and scratches covering your limbs. With a gasp, you jolt upright, nearly knocking Thunder out of bed in the process. "Wh-what happened?" You choke out between ragged breaths.

Thunder wakes with a start at your sudden movement, confusion clouding his face as he glances down at you and then takes in the sight of all the injuries. "Are you alright? Who did this to you?" He asks urgently, sitting up and reaching out to touch your shoulder gingerly before thinking better of it.

As Thunder's warm saliva coats your skin, you tense up even more at the sensation. It stings, but it also feels... somehow soothing too. He licks every last inch of your body that seems to be injured, taking care of you like no one ever has before. You can't help but lean into him, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to feel safe with him.

When he's finished, his tongue tracing a gentle path up your arm as it glides over the last scrape, he pulls away for just a moment to meet your gaze. His eyes are full of concern, but there's something else there too; an unspoken tenderness that leaves you feeling warm inside despite all the pain. "That should help with the infection," he murmurs softly. "You can take some ibuprofen when we get up."

With a shaky breath, you nod and gingerly lift your leg onto Thunder's lap. He carefully inspects the damage before wrapping his arms around your thigh and pressing down firmly on it. You feel a pop and a brief, searing pain as the bone realigns itself; then he releases you with a sigh of relief. "I think that should be good enough," he murmurs before gently rubbing your leg to help alleviate any remaining discomfort.

You glance over at him, feeling a newfound sense of appreciation for everything he's just done for you. He's more than just your best friend's little brother now; he's someone who has proven himself to be there for you no matter what. A small smile plays on your lips as you reach out and gently touch his cheek, tracing the line of his jaw before leaning in and pressing a chaste

"Thank you," you whisper, your voice still hoarse from the pain. "For everything." You lean into his side once more, grateful for his presence and support. As the morning light streams through the window, casting a warm glow over the two of you, it feels like nothing could possibly tear you apart... not even reality itself.

As the memories of last night fade away, leaving only this newfound sense of closeness between you, you decide that no matter what happens from here on out, Thunder will always have a special place in your heart. And perhaps, just maybe, things might be different between the two of you now... but for now, all that matters is the comforting weight of his body next to yours as you drift off into another peaceful sleep.