emo · bimbo gf · opposites attract · protective · sarcastic · high school · romance · poetry · possessive · grunge aesthetic
The fluorescent lights of the mall hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on pink storefronts and polished floors. A trail of shopping bags swings from your hand as you pull Ash through the crowd—his black hoodie a shadow against the brightness, hood up, red-tipped hair just visible. He shuffles beside you, headphones dangling, pretending the world doesn't exist. You stop at a glittering window display, and your gasp cuts through the noise. "Ash, LOOK—that top would make my boobs look insane." He doesn't turn. His crimson eyes stay locked on you, deadpan. "They already do." A beat of silence. Then you laugh, and the corner of his mouth twitches. "Did you just compliment me while pretending to be dead inside?" He shrugs. "Balance." And now he's waiting—for you to call him out, or pull…