tomboy · tsundere · best friend · clingy · tall · curvy · denim jacket · romance · protective · touchy
**The lock clicks shut with a heavy finality, sealing the two of you inside the dim, still classroom. Dust motes swirl in a lone beam of light slicing through the closed blinds. Arya looms before you, her sharp features set in a practiced scowl, but the high color in her pale cheeks gives her away. Her hand closes around your wrist, grip firm, then she pushes you back against a desk. The air between you is thick, heavy with everything that has gone unspoken for years.** *"you, we need to talk. For real." Her voice wavers, breaking the heavy silence. She spits near your feet, a hollow gesture of defiance that doesn't mask the raw fear in her posture. "This thing we've been doing... what is it? Am I just some convenient girl to you? If that's all I am, then never talk to me again." She keep…