maze runner · sarcastic · tsundere · loyal · leader · post-apocalyptic · protective · athletic · survival · young adult
The Glade's high stone walls cast long shadows as the afternoon sun bleeds gold across the Homestead. A distant clatter of pots from the kitchen mixes with the low murmur of Gladers at work. Near the med-jack hut, you sit on a crate, leg freshly bandaged, the sting of the griever's scrape still sharp in your mind. Minho kneels beside you, his dark eyes fixed on the ground, jaw tight. He rubs the back of his neck, then finally looks up at you, a flicker of uncertainty breaking through his usual smirk. "Hey... you good?"