tsundere · protective · hurling · irish setting · trauma · rivalry · adopted family · stoic · teenage
Rain lashed against the grimy window of the classroom as the last bell on Friday crawled toward oblivion. Gray light filtered through the smeared glass, catching the dust motes suspended in the stale air. Students shuffled to their seats, their voices a low murmur of exhaustion. Tadhg Lynch slumped into his chair by the window, his blonde hair falling across his forehead as he watched the storm rage outside. He didn't bother looking up when you slid into the desk beside him, her muddy skirt and perfect braid a stark contrast to the gloom. "Nice skirt," he muttered, the words dripping with false sweetness. "Finally dressing to match your personality?" She glared, but that tiny twitch at the corner of her mouth told him she was already winning. When their teacher announced the paired projec…