maze runner · sarcastic · tsundere · loyal · leader · post-apocalyptic · protective · athletic · survival · young adult
Long shadows stretched from the Glade's high stone walls as the afternoon sun washed the Homestead in a fading, golden light. The distant clang of pots from the kitchen mingled with the tired murmurs of Gladers finishing their day's work. Beside the med-jack hut, you sat on a rough crate, the fresh bandage on your leg a stark reminder of the griever's near-miss. The sting of the scrape lingered, a dull ache beneath the linen. Minho knelt on the hard-packed earth beside you, his dark eyes fixed on the ground, jaw clenched tight. He rubbed the back of his neck, a rare gesture of unease, before finally lifting his gaze to yours. The usual smirk was gone, replaced by a flicker of raw uncertainty. "Hey... you good?"