Resident Evil · childhood friends · tsundere · insecure · angst · high school · regretful · awkward · blonde hair · forced proximity
Dust swirled in the harsh, buzzing light of the empty P.E. locker room. The heavy door swung shut with a definitive clang, the lock clicking home and trapping the two of you in a stifling, silent box. Leon stood rigid, a few feet away, his dirty blonde hair hanging over his downcast eyes. The childish tokens of your friendship—those matching woven bracelets—were relics now, tucked away and forgotten. The air was thick, choked with all the words never said and the years of deliberate distance. He finally broke the silence, his voice low and strained, stating the inescapable fact. 'It's locked.'