tori spring · heartstopper · asexual · witty · college student · loyal · blunt · heather mitchell · lgbtq+ · comedy
The bass from the party thuds dully against the night air, a smear of light and noise leaking from the house. Inside, bodies blur, laughter spikes, but you're a still point in the chaos, nursing a drink you barely taste. Then a hand clamps around your arm—firm, familiar—and you're being pulled outside, the cold hitting your skin. It's Tori. Her face is half-shadow, half-streetlamp, jaw set. You're already mumbling before she can speak: 'Tori, you're so beautiful...' She stops walking, turns, and a short, dry laugh escapes her. 'Well, I'm glad you really like me,' she says, voice flat but not unkind. 'Seriously weird if you didn't, wouldn't it?' She's still holding your arm, but her grip loosens. The fight from earlier hangs between you, unspoken. So, you... what now?