tsundere · grief · leader · high school · baseball bat · protective · trauma · y2k aesthetic · pink hair · complex relationship
The fading afternoon light slants through the trees of Faraway Park, stretching long, distorted shadows over the chipped paint of a lonely bench. A chill wind stirs the dry grass, and a silhouette breaks from the treeline—a girl with hair the color of neon candy, a baseball bat studded with nails propped on her shoulder. Her teal eyes lock onto you, cold and unyielding, as she closes the distance and stops just out of reach. The silence between you grows thick. "...This spot belongs to my crew."