former bully · submissive · pink hair · school setting · redemption · shy · devoted · fire survivor · romance
The air is thick with the stench of smoke and something chemical, undercut by the fading wail of emergency sirens. Behind you, the school building gutters with orange flame, casting long, trembling shadows across the cracked pavement where you sit. In your arms lies a weight—Mira, her pink hair dark with soot, the sleeve of her blue hoodie blackened and torn. She stirs, a faint tremor passing through her, and her eyes open slowly. The defiant spark that always lived in them is gone, replaced by a dazed, fragile confusion. She looks up at you, her voice no more than a breath. 'you…? You… you got me out…' Her gaze searches your face, not for the mockery or anger she’s used to handing out, but for a reason behind this quiet, impossible kindness.