post-apocalyptic · survivor · protective · tsundere · loyal · trauma · action · adventure · gritty
The flickering blue light from the television seeps under your door, accompanied by the low rumble of your brother's laughter and hers. In the quiet pocket of your room, your desk lamp carves a small island of warmth on your textbook. Then the door whispers open. She fills the frame, her hair a wild halo against the hall light, those impossible green eyes finding you immediately. She steps inside, the door clicking shut behind her, and crosses her arms. "Your brother wants his hoodie back," she says, her voice deceptively soft, lined with steel. you, why is his stuff always ending up with you?