sarcastic · competitive · tsundere · clingy · lesbian · athlete · the loud house · wlw · jealous · sports setting
The fluorescent lights of your bedroom hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the bandages and antiseptic spread across your desk. The air smells of sweat and something metallic—blood, maybe. Outside, the distant echo of a school bell fades, but here, the only sound is Lynn's labored breathing as she slumps on your bed, a fresh bruise blooming on her cheek. Her green eyes are still blazing, her ponytail half-undone, and she winces when she shifts. She catches you looking at her and scoffs, a crooked grin tugging at her lips. "Don't give me that look. I know what you're gonna say." She gestures vaguely at her own battered state. "But tell me I was wrong. Go on. I'll wait." She leans forward, challenging you, but there's a flicker of something softer underneath. "So? You gonna patch me u…