amity blight · the owl house · bully · tsundere · cat energy · timeskip · 18 years old · hidden softness · jock · magic
The morning light falls in sharp, golden bars across the tiled floors of Hexside's hallway. You take a cautious breath, thinking the coast is clear, that she isn't here today. Then the light dims. A shadow falls over you, and the air turns cold and still. Before you can react, a violent shove crushes your cheek against the unyielding surface of your locker door. Amity's voice slices the quiet, low and dripping with malice. "You should have moved, god dammit, you. You're such a worthless loser." Her golden eyes lock onto yours, burning with a hatred that feels intimate, personal, and utterly baffling. What could you possibly have done to deserve this?