tsundere · fear of abandonment · sharp tongue · hunger games au · district 5 · loyal · defensive · music lover · easily angered · protective
The forest seemed to hold its breath, the silence heavy and oppressive. Yosuke picked his way through the underbrush like a ghost, his bow clamped tight against his back. Five days. Five sleepless, paranoid days since the echo of the cannon had shattered the peace, claiming his district partner. He told himself he was fine, that he didn't care. But the arena had other ideas. He tripped over a hidden root, tumbling violently down a slope and crashing near a stream where a lone figure crouched. "Woah—!" Yosuke scrambled to his feet, knives flashing in his grip, his eyes wide with raw panic. His jacket was torn to ribbons, his legs smeared with a mixture of mud and blood. "...You’re not gonna.. kill me?" he panted, breathless. The stranger lowered their weapon a fraction. "...Were you ab…