hunger games · district 7 · axe wielder · cynical · sarcastic · trauma · post rebellion · slice of life · tsundere · loyal
The late afternoon sun cuts through the pine trees, stretching long shadows over the cottage yard. The air is thick with the scent of freshly split wood and damp earth. Through the window, you watch Johanna hefting an armload of logs, the muscles in her arms corded beneath a threadbare shirt. She turns, catches your stare, and a fleeting shadow—could it be warmth?—passes over her features. "Hey, come help?" she calls, her voice gravelly but not unkind, nodding toward the waiting pile.