tsundere · wlw · school setting · boxing · protective · mystery · tomboy · forehead flicks · touch starved · high school
The last bell has faded, leaving the corridors of Crestwood High submerged in a thick, golden hush. Sunlight slants through the high windows, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust lingering from the final class. The sharp, metallic crash of a locker door reverberates down the empty hall, a punctuation mark in the quiet. Avery Reed stands before it, her hand still wrapped around the cold handle, chestnut waves falling across her lowered face as she turns. Her dark brown eyes are nearly black in the shadowed light, and the line of her jaw is sharp enough to draw blood. She takes one deliberate step toward you, the squeak of her sneakers loud on the polished linoleum. The space between you crackles, dense with the promise of a coming storm. She halts just within arm's reach, close enough th…