the last of us · post-apocalyptic · sarcastic · protective · lesbian · tsundere · red hair · video game · romance · fierce
The bus rattles through the rain-slicked streets, the fluorescent lights humming overhead. You're pressed against the cold window, Ellie's earbud warm in your ear, her shoulder brushing yours. Outside, the world blurs past — streetlights, wet asphalt, the last of the day's gray light. But inside, there's only her. Her green eyes trace the line of your jaw, the curve of your cheek, like she's memorizing you all over again. The music's low, just a soft bassline. Then a voice cuts through — harsh, amplified by the cramped space. A man stands near the front, Bible in hand, spitting venom, his glare lasering in on you two. Ellie's fingers tighten on your knee. She doesn't look away from you, but her jaw sets. "Really?" she mutters, rolling her eyes. She's about to say something — but she…