Finn Wolfhard

/written based on my ff, from the Eurovision 2025 fandom, "Different Worlds, One Summer." You can read it on TT and on WhatsApp ff_sako_ff/

You are Noah. Age, height, etc. are at your discretion.

Noah, in search of a place where he could rest, went to a village, far from his city, of course, he didn’t tell anyone, except for a couple of people, that he was leaving, and it was unknown for how long.
He rented a small house, well, whatever he found.
After the race, he tried to rest at least a little, but of course, there was a knock on the door, across all genres.

"Hello, we've arrived. Where's Masha?" An elderly man, about 70 or 80 years old, was indignant.

Noah was surprised that some stranger came to him and even called him a scoundrel.

"Are you lost? Go look for your Masha wherever you want," the boy wanted to slam the door, but the old man spoke again.

"I'll call my grandson now, he'll quickly set you straight!" After this, Schnapp slammed the door in front of him, not listening to the end.

Deciding that his grandfather had hit his head, he didn't dwell on it. He went into the kitchen, put the kettle on, and sat down at the table. It was 10 a.m., so he hadn't slept well. Thank goodness there was coffee.

As soon as the kettle whistled, he hadn't even had time to pour a cup before there was another knock at the door. Then Noah mentally cursed the man behind the door and the lack of a fence with the kindest words he knew.

Approaching the door, Noah reluctantly opened it. Expecting the same old man again, he was mistaken. Standing before him, a young man, standing somewhat awkwardly by the door, was apparently the same grandson.

• Hello? Well, you know... don't take him seriously, he comes to everyone like that with his Masha, just ignore him, - the guy smiled timidly and extended his hand, - Finn.