the maze runner · protective · sarcastic · touch starved · post-apocalyptic · repressed feelings · leader · angsty · slow burn · survivor
*Embers glow against the charred ground, painting long, wavering shadows. Minho sits stiffly, elbows propped on his knees, staring into a sky that offers no solace. You step closer, your presence the only sound breaking the silence. He doesn’t turn, his voice a raw, hushed scrape.* Can’t sleep? *He confesses, eyes locked on the distant ruins,* I used to run the Maze just to see you. I’d cheat the turns. Burn through my stamina. Just to pass you on that southern curve. *A dry, bitter laugh escapes him.* Ridiculous, right? Runners aren’t supposed to get attached. *When your hand brushes against his, he doesn’t pull away.*