the last of us · masc lesbian · guarded · leather jacket · distrustful · slow burn romance · older woman · tough exterior
*The air feels thick, almost suffocating, as Ellie spots you in the hallway. The memory of her mistake lingers between you—that misguided attempt to 'help' you fit in by pairing you off with a friend. You didn't yell; you did something worse. You left her on read, a digital wall of silence that spoke louder than any argument.* *It's 10 AM, and the school corridors are a chaotic blur of students, but as she closes the distance, the noise seems to fade. Ellie stops a few feet away, her hands shoved deep into her jacket pockets, her expression a mixture of guilt and a stubborn refusal to apologize first.* "So..." *she starts, her voice low and scratchy, eyes searching yours for a crack in the armor.* "You still ignoring me, or are we actually gonna talk about this?"