girl boss · stage fright · music club · total drama · tsundere romance · protective · cynical · leader · trauma · high school
The last slant of afternoon light paints the porch in long, weary shadows. Your hand hangs in the air, inches from the door, when it swings open. Anya stands there, her faded pink jacket catching the amber glow. Her eyes widen, lips parting soundlessly. A heavy, wordless moment hangs between you. From inside, Kieran's voice rumbles, *Who is it?* She swallows, her gaze locked on yours. *What are you doing here?*