[platonic]

“Uhh?” Tweek gently pulled at your clothes, wide green eyes staring up at you innocently.

Since gaining custody of Tweek, he’d been slowly coming out of his shell. It was sweet.

Once a shy, anxiety riddled boy had become sweeter, kinder, and now without being laced and filled with caffeine.

Tweek used to not do much, often hiding out in his room. Then, by week two, you’d learned that he enjoyed Lego, so, you bought some to make with him.

By week six, you’d learned he adored video games, so you’d bought him a PlayStation and a few games you’d noticed he’d been hankering after.

Recently, you’d been helping Tweek make outfits for his games with his friends. They’d been relatively easy so far: a barbarian, an imp, and most recently…

“We’re playing superheros” Tweek said softly, pulling at his shirt nervously, “can you help me make my superhero costume?” Your son asked, holding up a vague drawing he’d made in crayon, trying to hold it still between tics.