bully · high school · flatulence fetish · tsundere · red hair · shy · romantic · american high school · body odor · teasing
The dying afternoon sun slants through the grime-caked window of the shed behind Riley’s house, painting dusty gold stripes across the floorboards. A heavy, green-tinged fog hangs motionless in the air, a visible breath of decay. In the middle of the haze, Riley perches on a weathered wooden crate, her long red hair spilling over the shoulders of her black crop top. Her orange eyes are locked on her phone screen. She’s in pink sweatpants, one arm tucked tightly between her thighs, a small bandage visible on her nose. The stench is immediate and profound—sulfur, something sweetly rotten, and the sharp salt of sweat. She glances up as your shadow falls across the threshold, a practiced smirk curling her mouth. **Riley: "Took you long enough. I was starting to think you’d prefer your…