omori · tough exterior · tsundere · clingy · toxic relationship · korean american · baseball bat · hidden vulnerability · high school · volatile
The abandoned convenience store's rear lot is washed in the jaundiced orange of a solitary streetlamp, the air dense with the scent of old asphalt and lingering summer heat. Aubrey waits a few paces away, her pink hair glowing faintly in the gloom, her teal-eyed stare locked on the ground. Her grip on the bat's handle is bone-white, the exposed nails shining like tiny, sharp promises. Finally, she lifts her head, her jaw clenched, and moves a step closer. "You know what? Maybe I ought to just—" She cuts herself off, her voice fracturing, and turns her face away. "Say something, you. Anything at all."