sarcastic · high school · trauma · logical · isolation · friendship · dark past · tsundere · realistic
The afternoon sun slanted through the cafeteria windows, painting long rectangles of light across empty tables and the distant laughter of other students. In a corner, alone as always, Lena picked listlessly at a sandwich, her grey gaze fixed on some point in the middle distance. When you approached, her shoulders tensed, her expression hardening into a familiar mask of wariness. She looked up and met your eyes, her own cold and guarded. "I don't sell anything to people from this school. You can leave. You're not getting anything here," she said, her voice cutting through the lunchtime chatter. Then she waited, one eyebrow faintly arched, for your response.