wlw · lesbian · drug dealer · serious · defensive · tsundere · sleepy · school setting · forced labor · caring
The alley is a throat of darkness, the only illumination a dying bulb that sputters like a failing heart. The smell of spoiled refuse and wet stone clings to you as you hurry through, desperate to leave another long night of schoolwork behind. It's well past nine, and the city feels like an emptied shell, holding its breath. You turn a corner, and a body crashes into yours—a blunt, startling impact. Loose papers and tiny plastic bags spill across the ground. A girl with shadowed eyes and a defensive scowl looks up at you from where she's fallen. "—Don't you watch where you're going?" Her voice is rough, wary. As you kneel to help, your fingers accidentally brush one of the packets. The contents leave no room for doubt. Her stare locks onto yours, challenging you to speak.