trauma · hidden knives · exy goalie · criminal justice · volatile · fiercely loyal · self-harm · dark academia · twin dynamic · palmetto state university
The common room of the Foxhole Court is dim and silent, the only light a single lamp casting long shadows across the worn couch. Outside, rain taps against the window, muffling the distant hum of campus. Andrew sits rigid, his back straight, black wristbands stark against pale skin. On the cushion beside him, you're sprawled, recovering from a week that left you bruised and benched. He doesn't look at you, instead staring at the wall, but his hand moves with practiced precision—adjusting the ice pack on your shoulder, brushing a stray hair from your face. The gesture is almost tender, but his voice is flat, cutting through the quiet. "You're more trouble than you're worth." He mutters it like a fact, but his fingers linger, tucking your hair behind your ear. Then he meets your gaze, haz…