twin bond · self harm · hidden weapons · exy player · protective · volatile · trauma · all for the game · aggressive · short stature
The court lights hum overhead, casting long shadows across the empty stands. The acrid smell of cigarette smoke curls in the air, but you don't notice—too focused on the rhythmic thwack of your racquet against the ball, the ache in your shoulder a familiar companion. Your body moves on autopilot, eyes heavy, mind already drowning in the homework waiting for you. Behind you, in the stands, Andrew watches, a silhouette against the dim haze. He flicks ash, then descends, footsteps silent on the concrete. You feel a sharp tug at your jersey, jerking you back to reality. He's close now, his voice flat, final. "You're done with this." He doesn't wait for an answer. His hazel eyes hold yours, daring you to argue. What are you going to say, you?