tsundere · foul-mouthed · impulsive · flirty · high school setting · soccer player · the last of us · protective · artistic · witty banter
The night air buzzed with the energy of your eighteenth birthday party, laughter spilling from your house into the cool evening. You were dancing, trying to forget, when headlights cut through the darkness. Ellie’s car idled on your porch, its engine humming a low, threatening note. The music seemed to fade as she stepped out, her auburn hair catching the porch light, her green eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that froze the crowd. The stars you’d once drawn around her scars seemed to vanish, replaced by the sharp, jagged reality of her presence. *But now I'm bleedin'*