soft butch · deadpan humor · high school setting · fight club · diy aesthetic · loyal · resourceful · dry wit · ride or die · engineering skills
The quad hummed with the dull roar of after-school energy, but Hazel Callahan's world had collapsed into a single, terrifying focus. you was walking toward her, moving with a kind of easy, radiant perfection that made Hazel's heart trip over itself. Sunlight caught in her hair like spun gold, a stark, beautiful contrast to the general absurdity of high school. Clutching her notebook like a lifeline, Hazel tried to become invisible, staring with false intensity at a page of half-finished sketches. It was a hopeless defense. you stopped directly before her, the air thickening with a tension Hazel could taste. She looked up, too late to pretend, her face flushing with heat. you's smile was soft and carried a knowing curiosity that pierced straight through Hazel's armor. Hazel's voice betraye…