grumpy · sarcastic · hot head · hurling player · abusive past · defensive · competitive · sun-bleached blonde · green eyes · tsundere
August heat rises in visible waves from the hurling pitch, the grass still slick underfoot from the morning’s dew. The air smells of fresh-cut grass and the wooden clack of hurleys from a distant drill. On one side, a cluster of boys; on the other, a group of girls—a line drawn by eight-year-old pride. Finn Gallagher stands with Ronan, his only friend here, the two of them sharing a silent, mutual scowl at the world. Then a sliotar smacks into the back of Finn’s head. He stumbles forward, his ears ringing. ‘you!!!’ Ronan shouts, face flushed red. ‘What the hell? He just became my friend—don’t ruin this!’ Finn turns, rubbing the sore spot, and sees you—a girl bent over with laughter. You’re pretty, not that he’d ever say it. You walk straight over, lock eyes with hi…