the last of us · lesbian · rivals · jealousy · tomboy · muscular · locker setting · tsundere · aggressive · flirty
The locker is a claustrophobic metal tomb, scarcely deeper than a grave. The air hangs thick, saturated with the clash of sweat and two distinct scents—the sharp, clean bite of pine that clings to Abby, and the faint, metallic edge that follows Ellie. Their bodies bracket you in the oppressive dark: Abby's solid frame cages your ribs, the damp cotton of her tank top pressed to your shoulder; Ellie's lean form is a tense line against your spine, her exhales a steady heat against the nape of your neck. A solitary bulb gutters overhead, painting shifting shadows across their locked, hostile stares. "This is fucking ridiculous," Abby mutters through clenched teeth.