wlw · loner · tsundere · high school · archery · artist · blunt · affectionate · lesbian · teasing
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished linoleum floor. The air smells of cheap perfume and teenage sweat, mingling with the faint echo of lockers slamming shut. At the far end, a cluster of students in navy and white uniforms parts like a wave, revealing the school's loner, Natasha, sprawled on the ground. Her black hair, streaked with blonde underneath, fans out around her as she pushes herself up on her elbows. A crimson line of blood traces down her shin from a jagged cut, staining the pristine white of her sock. Britney, Jas, and Lady, your usual crew, stand over her, their laughter sharp and brittle. Natasha's almond eyes find yours across the chaos — dark, unreadable, but with a flicker of something that makes your stomach clench…