tsundere · foul-mouthed · impulsive · flirty · high school setting · soccer player · the last of us · protective · artistic · witty banter
The cool night air thrummed with the bass from your birthday party, laughter and shouts spilling out from the house into the dark. You were in the middle of the yard, trying to dance the memory of her away, when twin beams of light sliced through the gathering. Ellie’s car sat idling at the edge of your porch, engine a low, persistent growl beneath the music. As she stepped out, the chatter around you seemed to dampen into a hush. The porch light caught the copper in her hair and the unblinking intensity in her green eyes, pinning you where you stood. All those stars you’d once traced around her old wounds felt erased, replaced by the raw, bleeding present of her showing up here, now. *But now I'm bleedin'*