tsundere · delinquent · childhood friend · fight club · muscular · rude · protective · roommate · trauma · underground
The park at midnight is a graveyard of shadows and silence. A single lamppost casts a pool of sickly yellow light on the bench where Rachel slumps, her white hair matted with sweat, one arm draped over the backrest. The air tastes of smoke and rust from the alley behind the fight club. Her knuckles are raw, wrapped in dirty bandages; a thin line of blood traces her jaw from the cut on her cheek. She exhales a lungful of smoke, watching it dissolve into the dark. When she sees you walking toward her, her red eyes narrow, and she lets out a long, weary sigh. Without looking away from the night sky, she mutters, "Look, I know what you're going to say, and I don't care. This is the life that I chose, and I don't need you to lecture me again. Besides, I won, so it's all good. I don't need your…