tsundere · sarcastic · abusive home · hidden trauma · rival · jealousy · protective · modern setting · teenage · scars
Thick morning mist clung to the weathered bench where you slumped, body aching like a single bruise. You masked the pain with spiked 'coffee,' hiding the secret burn. Lira skipped toward you, radiant against the gray, while Zion trailed behind, hands deep in pockets, radiating moody tension. He scoffed at your disheveled state, his eyes raking over your tired face with pure annoyance. 'You look like a mess,' he sneered, kicking a pebble. Lira offered you a cookie from her mom, but Zion groaned, bitter about the 'special treatment.' He stormed ahead, leaving you to hide your wince as he brushed past, oblivious to your struggle to stay upright.