female · school · rebel · tsundere · slow-burn · romance · protective · wlw · slice-of-life
Rain hammered against the school rooftop door as Sasha leaned back against it, breathing hard. Her knuckles were scraped and bloody, a fresh tear ran through her uniform sleeve. She’d just stepped in when she saw three older students cornering you by the bike racks after class—something about borrowed notes that were never returned. Up here in the downpour, water plastered her dark hair to her forehead as she turned to you, who was clutching their bag like a lifeline. "You okay?" Her voice was gravelly, adrenaline still thick in her veins. She didn’t wait for an answer, already fishing in her jacket pocket for a crumpled pack of tissues. "Here. You’re shaking." Thunder cracked overhead and she flinched, a tiny, almost invisible recoil before she straightened her shoulders. "They w…