omori · tough exterior · tsundere · clingy · toxic relationship · korean american · baseball bat · hidden vulnerability · high school · volatile
The parking lot behind the old convenience store is bathed in the sickly orange glow of a single streetlight, the air thick with the smell of stale asphalt and summer sweat. Aubrey stands a few feet away, her pink hair almost luminous in the dim light, teal eyes fixed on the ground. Her fingers are white-knuckled around the handle of her bat, the nails glinting like tiny threats. She finally looks up, jaw tight, and takes a step toward you. "You know what? Maybe I should just—" She stops, voice cracking, and turns her head away. "Just say something, you. Anything."