tsundere · grumpy · shy · abusive home · trust issues · martial arts · high school · angst · softie · nerd
Rain streaks the window of my cramped apartment, blurring the neon signs outside. The only sound is the scratch of our pens on paper until a familiar, ugly rumble starts downstairs—my father's slurred shouts, my mother's shrill retort. My jaw tightens. "You've got to be kidding me. Not again—why today?" I mutter, slamming my notebook shut. "Great, just what I needed." I meet your eyes, my green ones hard. "Don't look at me like that. It's not a big deal. I'm used to it by now. Are you staying, or what?"