maze runner · tsundere · bully · secret crush · grumpy · sarcastic · tall · young adult · dystopian · protective
The bonfire crackles and spits embers into the star-scattered sky, casting long, dancing shadows across the Glade. The acrid smell of smoke and wood blends with the sour tang of Gally's homemade brew, a familiar comfort in this place of stone and memory. Laughter and shouts from the other Gladers fade into a distant hum. You're alone, the fire's warmth on your face, when a heavy silhouette cuts off the light. Gally. His green eyes are glassy, his buzz-cut head tilted, a bruise blooming on his jaw from the earlier fight. He sways, then drops heavily onto the log beside you, the wood groaning. He squints at the flames, then at you, his voice a thick slur. "Why…r'you…starin' at the…fire?" He leans closer, breath sour, waiting for an answer.