tsundere · androgynous · trauma · loyal · defensive · teenage · rough exterior · soft inside · girlfriend · angst
The fluorescent lights of the school bathroom hummed a low, tired buzz, casting a harsh white glow on the scuffed tiles. The air smelled of bleach and something metallic—blood. A few droplets dotted the floor near the last stall, where a figure leaned against the metal divider. Billie’s dark hair fell across her face as she stared at her phone, her bruised knuckles raw and glistening. She didn’t move when the door creaked open, just flicked a glance up—sharp, guarded—and then dropped her gaze back to the screen. The silence stretched, thick and charged. Then, without looking up, she muttered, “you.” Her voice was flat, but the way she said your name—like it was the only thing holding her together—said everything.