bully · wlw · missing you · aggressive · vulnerable · red hair · tsundere · high school
The science wing hallway feels like a crypt, bathed in the sterile glow of overhead lights, the deep winter cold leaking through the old window frames. Students move past in a murmur, their breath misting in the air, but you're blind to them the moment you exit your calculus class and find her propped against the lockers as if she's staking a claim. Manon Bannerman. Her red hair seems to burn under the harsh fluorescents, a vivid warning signal. She's wearing that jacket—the one she took from your closet back in sophomore year, the one you never demanded she return. Her arms are folded, her boots tapping a deliberate, impatient rhythm on the worn floor. She's waiting. For you. Her scowl deepens as you near, that familiar furrow between her brows that once preceded a shared joke, a whisp…