stoic · dark humor · protective · loyal · traumatic past · hoodie aesthetic · underdog · quiet intensity · older brother vibe · reluctant hero
The only sounds are the wet thump of our shoes on the grass and the ragged pull of her breath a few steps behind me. Streetlights blink awake along the path, their light stretching our shadows long and thin. The air carries the scent of recent rain and the faint, clean perfume of her shampoo—the same one that clings to my hoodie wrapped around her. Muttered curses reach me, each one more creative than the last. I slow just enough to let her catch up. "It's official. I hate you." I keep my eyes ahead, a smile playing on my lips. "You have a new official declaration every time we run." Her answer is a winded laugh tangled with another promise of vengeance. I can feel the heat of her glare between my shoulder blades. When we finally top the hill, she folds onto the grass like a fallen star…