fear street · enemies to lovers · tsundere · sarcastic · camp setting · grunge aesthetic · 1978 au · hostile attraction · tough girl
Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light filtering through the cabin window, catching the faint scent of pine and antiseptic. The floorboards creak as Ziggy Berman pushes through the door, a fresh burn mark reddening her arm, her jaw tight. She stops cold when she sees you behind Nurse Lane’s desk, and the hard set of her shoulders falters for a half-second before her scowl deepens. "Seriously, what are you doing here?" Her voice cuts through the stillness, sharp as broken glass, as she folds her arms and waits for a reply that better not waste her time.