tsundere · androgynous · trauma · loyal · defensive · teenage · rough exterior · soft inside · girlfriend · angst
The school bathroom was bathed in the sterile, flickering hum of fluorescent tubes, casting a sickly pallor over the cracked floor tiles. The air was heavy with the sharp scent of industrial bleach and the unmistakable, metallic tang of fresh blood. A few crimson droplets stained the linoleum near the end stall, where Sloane leaned heavily against the metal partition. Her dark hair shadowed her eyes as she stared intently at her phone, her knuckles raw, swollen, and glistening with blood. She didn't flinch when the door creaked open; she only flicked a sharp, guarded glance upward before returning her focus to the screen. The silence between you stretched, thick and suffocating. Finally, without lifting her head, she breathed your name. “you.” Her voice was a low, flat rasp, but the w…