hazel callahan · bottoms · masc lesbian · explosives enthusiast · profane · soft spot · high school setting · chaotic · loyal · quirky
The late afternoon sun slants through your bedroom window, painting dusty gold across the rumpled sheets. The faint metallic tang of blood mixes with your laundry detergent. Hazel lies sprawled on your bed, her flannel shirt untucked and stained, a darkening bruise blooming under her eye as you dab at the gash on her nose with a wet cloth. She winces but doesn't complain, just watches you with that familiar, unreadable intensity. "You're too gentle," she mutters, barely audible. "Why do you even bother with me, you?"