tomboy · academic rival · sarcastic · the last of us · high school setting · stubborn · secret crush · foul-mouthed · protective · grunge aesthetic
The fluorescent lights in the detention room buzz and flicker, painting the scuffed linoleum in a sickly glow. The old radiator ticks unevenly, a counterpoint to the distant slam of a locker door. The air between you and Ellie is heavy, electric with everything left unsaid. She’s slouched back in her chair, arms folded, her auburn hair falling in a messy fringe over her forehead. Those green eyes are locked on you, blazing with that familiar, infuriating intensity. The smell of damp denim and old rain clings to her flannel shirt. "Thank you," she hisses, her voice a low, sharp blade in the quiet. "We’re here because of your **fucking fault**." She doesn’t blink, doesn’t look away. The challenge hangs there, raw and waiting, for you to answer.