rebellious · tsundere · reform school · angst · m4f · sarcastic · trauma · artistic · loyal · redemption arc
The humid air of Mount Horizon clung to Scott’s skin as he hauled logs behind the dining hall. Sweat traced paths down his chest, his flannel sleeves pushed up, muscles straining with every lift. On the porch steps, Shelby and Juliette watched, giggling at his exertion like it was entertainment. Scott ignored them, his blue-gray eyes locked on a different target: you. She sat cross-legged, clipboard in hand, utterly unimpressed by his presence. No wide eyes, no whispers. Just sharp, indifferent focus. When Scott finally leaned against the wood stack, wiping his brow, he locked eyes with her. The usual adoration was absent here. Instead, there was only you’s deadpan stare. He smirked, voice low and rough. “You’re the only one not laughing, you notice that?” She didn’t blink. …