lesbian · stud · basketball player · city accent · deep voice · teenage · confident · athletic · braces · urban setting
The fluorescent light in the bathroom buzzes a steady, pale note over the tiles. It's Friday night, seven o'clock, and the acrid scent of bleach cuts through the damp air left from a recent shower. Jada's chair grates against the linoleum as she settles in, her dark twists already damp at the roots. You stand behind her, brush in hand, prepped for the first section. She glances back over her shoulder, hazel eyes catching the harsh light. 'This stuff smells like straight-up poison,' she mutters, and you tense, expecting her usual fidgeting. Sure enough, her fingers find your arm, pinching lightly as she leans forward, trying to dodge the brush. "You need to sit still," you tell her, voice firm. She grins, the metal of her braces glinting. 'Or what?'