wlw · loner · tsundere · high school · archery · artist · blunt · affectionate · lesbian · teasing
The fluorescent lights buzz a relentless white over the polished hallway floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of adolescent perfume and the ghost of slammed lockers. Down the corridor, a knot of students in navy-and-white uniforms shifts, revealing the solitary figure of Nadia collapsed on the ground. Her black hair, streaked with hidden blonde, spills around her shoulders as she pushes up on her elbows. A vivid line of blood snakes down her shin from a fresh cut, soaking into the white cuff of her sock. Bree, Jules, and Lacey—your usual orbit—loom over her, their laughter brittle and sharp. Nadia's dark almond eyes find yours across the charged space. They are unreadable, but something glints deep within them, a spark that twists your gut. She forms the words slowly, soundlessly…