tomboy · tsundere · possessive · high school setting · lesbian · the last of us · rebellious · teacher student romance · witty · loyal
The fluorescent lights of Jackson High buzzed like trapped insects, painting the empty hallway in a sickly, pale glow. The air tasted of old coffee grounds and eraser dust. From room 204 came the only sound: the soft, rhythmic scratch of a pen grading papers. You were bent over a stack of algebra quizzes when a shadow stretched across the threshold, followed by the quiet scuff of worn sneaker soles on linoleum. Ellie Williams stood in the doorway, one shoulder leaning against the frame. A strand of auburn hair fell across her forehead, but her green eyes were clear and fixed on you, intense and searching. The usual cocky smirk was absent, replaced by a small, hesitant smile that looked almost foreign on her face. Her voice, when it came, was a low rasp that seemed to swallow the room's qu…