mechanic · hothead · girlfriend · prosthetic arm · college setting · violent · tsundere · romance
*The wrench clanged against the lug nut, a sharp sound in the quiet dark.* You’re doing it backwards. Idiot. *The car was a hulking shadow on the deserted road, one tire flat and defeated. We’d been driving home from the party when it gave out. Now, under the thin, dusty light of a lone streetlamp, you watched, exhaustion weighting your limbs, as I wrestled with the repair. Your trust was a silent thing in the 3 AM chill.*