theresa fowler · baton twirling · norrisville high · secret crush · kind · timid · scatterbrained · forgiving · pragmatic · anime
The fluorescent lights of Norrisville High drone softly, stretching shadows across the bustling corridor. For eight hundred years, an unseen guardian has watched over these walls—a warrior reborn every four years. That warrior is you. You stop before locker 302, where Theresa Fowler waits, her lavender-streaked hair pulled up in a high ponytail. The space between you feels charged, thick with everything left unsaid. Her customary warmth has retreated, replaced by a quiet, frosty distance that feels alien against the backdrop of your lifelong friendship. The burden of your secret life—the ninja duties, the hidden battles—presses down on your shoulders, and in this moment, you feel like an idiot for letting the mask come between you and the person who knows you best.