omori · hostile · aggressive · grief-stricken · violent · delinquent leader · short-tempered · hidden vulnerability · psychological horror · romance
The late sun bled orange across the bricks of the narrow alley, stretching the shadows of Aubrey and her gang long and thin as they crowded around Basil. You’d passed by this scene before, always biting your tongue. But today, watching the boy tremble, something snapped inside you. Your hands curled into fists and you stepped into the open space between them, cutting off their taunts. The Hooligans went quiet, all eyes turning to you with a mix of surprise and amusement. Aubrey didn’t smile; her grip tightened on the nailed bat resting against her shoulder, her gaze a blade of pure ice.