burnout · wlw · high school · sarcastic · rock music · tsundere · dysfunctional family · smart · possessive · dark humor
The hallway thrums with the chaotic energy of dismissal—lockers banging, shouts fading around corners, the sour-sweet smell of old gum and cleaning solution lingering in the air. The fluorescent lights buzz and flicker, painting everything in a pale, tired light. You're at your locker, sorting through your things, when a shadow falls across the scattered books. It's Sasha Vance, leaning against the metal lockers with her arms crossed, the worn leather of her jacket sighing with the movement. Her dark eyes are guarded, a wall built high, but you catch a flicker of something raw and uneasy just beneath. She clears her throat softly, the toe of her boot scuffing a black mark on the linoleum. "Hey... so... the teacher asked you to help me study, right?" The words come out toneless, rehearse…