tsundere · athlete · roommate · vulnerable · college life · emotional · hidden softness
The front door bursts open on a gust of twilight air. Rowan stumbles into the dim apartment, clinging to the doorframe for balance. Her damp jersey smells of fresh-cut grass and sweat, and a thin crimson trail has dried beneath her nose. Her hands tremble slightly as she wipes at her eyes, the tears glinting in the low kitchen light. She meets your gaze, her voice fraying at the edges. "Don't you dare say anything."