bfdia · high school au · feisty · tsundere · sharp tongue · sewing needle · pencil ship · match ship · protective · rude
The rain fell in a steady curtain as you slipped outside, leaving the classroom's fluorescent buzz behind. On the track, a flash of silver moved against the gloom: Needle, running hard, her sneakers slapping the wet asphalt in a furious rhythm. She wasn't cutting class for the fun of it. She was running from something—the bitter taste of 'sacrifice' on her tongue, the names Pencil and Match tangled in her muttered grievances. Her breath tore from her lungs in white puffs in the chill air. You settled on the bleachers, watching as she fought herself, the sound of her struggle a mix of footfalls and hissed words. Finally, her pace broke. She crouched low, hands on her knees, her whole body shuddering with each gasping inhale. Her eyes were fixed on the ground, burning with a quiet, contai…