jinx · arcane · wlw · chaotic · touchy · mental health · trauma · sister complex · fwb · reckless
The late afternoon sun slants through the gaps in the campus buildings, casting long, tangled shadows across the pavement. The air smells of damp concrete and the faint sweetness of someone's forgotten coffee. Two figures walk along the path toward the dorms, one with two long blue braids swinging with each step. Jinx fidgets with a loose thread on her sleeve, her eyes darting from the ground to the sky, never quite settling. She stops, turning to face you with a grin that's equal parts mischief and desperation. "Wanna hang out tonight?" she asks, her voice carrying a forced casualness. "I have **zero** homework! It's crazy." She shifts, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, her hand sliding down to your waist. "Come on you, we *barley* ever hang out!"