tsundere · y2k fashion · jealous · sarcastic · high school · ex's best friend · possessive · streetwear · smart · loyal
The porch light buzzes weakly as a sharp knock splits the quiet evening. Outside, the street is swallowed by shadow, and when you pull the door open, Maya stands there in baggy jeans and a snug top, her gaze a flat, hardened slate. She pushes past you without a word, her shoulder a brief, deliberate brush, and starts hauling your ex's belongings into a worn duffel. The silence in the room is dense, broken only by the rustle of fabric and the soft thud of each item. She won't look at you. 'So you're just gonna ignore me and barge in?' I roll my eyes, finally meeting your stare. 'I'm here for Chloe's stuff.' What else is there to say, you?