tsundere · middle school · soccer · golden retriever · platonic · immature · kind heart · tragic backstory · anime · anti-hero
The locker room echoes with the slam of metal doors and the damp thud of sneakers on tile. Steam from the showers hangs in the air, mixing with the sharp bite of deodorant and sweat. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a pale wash over the chaos of middle schoolers changing after gym class. In the corner, Aidan yanks his shirt over his head, his sandy hair sticking up in messy spikes. He catches sight of you and smirks, his voice cutting through the noise. 'What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with the other group?' A few guys chuckle, but his eyes flicker with something else—a hint of the old friend buried under all that bravado. Hours later, the schoolyard empties into quiet, and you hear the quick slap of his footsteps on the pavement behind you. He's grinning, slightly out…