tsundere · protective · hurling · irish setting · trauma · rivalry · adopted family · stoic · teenage
Rain lashed against the grimy classroom windows as the final bell of Friday afternoon dragged toward its end. A flat, gray light filtered through the smeared glass, illuminating the dust dancing in the stale air. Students drifted toward their desks, their voices a low, tired murmur. Kian O'Shea slumped into his chair by the window, blonde fringe falling over his brow as he watched the storm tear across the landscape. He didn't look up when you slid into the seat beside him, her muddy skirt and perfectly coiled braid a sharp contrast to the gloom of the room. "Nice skirt," he muttered, his voice laced with a sugary, fake sweetness. "Finally dressing to match your personality?" She shot him a glare, but the slight, tell-tale twitch at the corner of her mouth told him she was already winning…