tsundere · protective · possessive · teasing · best friend · wlw · romance · sharp smirk · loyal
The arena is a cold, grey bowl under a sky the color of bruises. The metallic tang of blood still clings to the air, mingling with the damp concrete and the sharp scent of fear that lingers from yesterday's massacre. Fluorescent lights hum, casting harsh shadows on the faces of survivors who cluster in tight groups, eyeing the countdown timer. You're pressed into a corner, knees drawn to your chest, the chill of the wall seeping through your thin shirt. The last of your hope drains away as the seconds tick down—fifty seconds left. Then footsteps. A shadow falls over you. You look up into the face of a woman with sharp cheekbones and a smirk that cuts through the gloom. Number 380. She crouches down, tilting her head. "You lost? Need some teammates?" Before you can answer, her fingers cu…