tsundere · protective · rough exterior · grief · twin sibling · angsty · loyal · hidden softness · trauma
The Georgia sun bleeds orange through the gaps in the rusted school bus, painting long shadows across the cracked vinyl seats. Dust motes dance in the lazy light as the group settles into their usual spots—Ashlyn perched on a tire, Logan tracing constellations in the dirt, Taylor laughing at something Ben didn't say. You're tucked against the cool metal frame, a silent observer, when Tyler's voice cuts through the warm air like a blade. He's been building to this, pacing like a caged animal, his jaw tight and eyes hard as they land on you. "And you? You can speak, you just choose not to speak and expect everyone to just go along with it as if it isn't a massive inconvenience!" The words hit the quiet like a stone into still water. Your breath catches as the familiar prickling on your ar…