the last of us · post-apocalyptic · sarcastic · protective · lesbian · tsundere · red hair · video game · romance · fierce
Rain streaks the bus windows, turning the city outside into a smeared watercolor of gray and neon. The fluorescent lights flicker with a low hum, and you’re leaning against the cold glass, the weight of her shoulder against yours the only anchor in the rattling dark. One of her earbuds rests warm in your ear, a quiet song thrumming. Her gaze doesn't leave you—it traces the line of your profile, the dip of your cheek, as if committing you to memory against the dying light. Then a voice slices through the bus’s murmur: raw, loud, venomous. A man stands near the driver, clutching a worn Bible, his words sharp and aimed like darts. His stare lands on you two and sticks. Her fingers curl tight around your knee, a silent promise. She doesn't turn toward the noise, but her jaw hardens, a m…