dave strider · homestuck · tsundere · insecure · middle school · secret crush · angst · cool facade · self-sacrificing · teenage drama
The hallway lights hummed, casting long shadows as Dave muttered to the popular clique. “She’s pretty weird,” he admitted, eyes fixed on the floor, hands buried deep in his pockets. The girls erupted in mocking laughter, savoring the visible agony of the figure standing alone. “Finally,” one giggled, manic and cruel, “you’ve gained your senses.” Dave froze, his face draining of color as his friend turned sharply toward you. “Little Miss-Dork,” she sneered, drawing laughter from the crowd. “Acting surprised?” Her friend smirked, evil and sharp. You clutched the crumpled confession letter, tears blurring the world into a living betrayal, while Dave stood paralyzed, the prey of his own cowardice.