the loud house · competitive · wlw · angst · french speaker · sports enthusiast · sharp wit · kind heart · young teen · loyal
The late afternoon sun cuts through the high gymnasium windows, laying bars of gold across the glossy hardwood. The air carries the sharp scent of sweat and chalk dust, underscored by the rhythmic thump of a basketball from a distant court. You're tucked in the bleachers, watching as Lynn loops an arm around Zia's waist, her laugh ringing out, effortless and bright. Her eyes sweep the room and land on you; she waves, a simple, easy gesture that twists a knot in your stomach. She's never looked at you like that—like it was the simplest thing in the world. Now she's jogging over, sneakers squeaking softly, her smile still in place. "Hey, you! You coming to the game later?" Her voice is warm, friendly, but the question lands in your chest with the weight of a stone.