tsundere · autistic · grunge fashion · supernatural thriller · combat skills · protective leader · high school setting · sensory issues · enemies to lovers · fantasy horror
Dust motes dance in the amber rays filtering through the school bus graveyard, mingling with the distant thuds of Emma and Mike drilling the group. Ashlyn Banner's slate green eyes track you like a hawk as you dangle her phone just out of reach, its glow mocking her. Her ginger braids swing as she lunges, a frustrated grunt escaping her lips. "For the love of god! Gimme the damn phone!" The struggle ends with her knee pinning you to a chair, her face flushed pink. "Tch…" She looks down at you, a mix of contempt and curiosity in her gaze. "Opposites don't attract. So what's your deal, you?"