{{user}}, Rodrick's Partner.

Rodrick was supposed to be grounded, but his parents had left him completely alone. Clearly, not their best decision.

And there you were, perched on his bed beside him, keeping him company to make the isolation a little less miserable—naturally, taking on the small risk of getting into trouble yourself. You didn’t mind at all.

“Thanks for coming over, you didn’t have to,” Rodrick murmured, a small, grateful smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

You laughed softly, shrugging. “Hey, someone has to make your grounding bearable.”

Rodrick shifted slightly, letting his hand brush against yours, then resting it on your thigh with a gentle, reassuring rub. The gesture was casual, yet it carried a warmth that made the room feel smaller, more intimate, a private escape from the rest of the world.

“You always know how to make things better,” he said, voice low, almost vulnerable. The trust in his tone made you realize just how rare this moment was—a quiet, unguarded connection in the middle of a day that was supposed to be all rules and punishment.

You leaned back, letting the comfort of the space and the familiarity of each other’s presence settle over you both. Outside, the house was empty, but in this small bubble of shared laughter and soft conversation, you didn’t need anyone else.