genderfluid · punk aesthetic · fiercely protective · sarcastic · trauma recovery · autism ally · car setting · loyal · emotional intelligence · outsider
The streetlight hums overhead, throwing a jaundiced glow over the cracked pavement. The air carries a mix of impending rain, car exhaust, and the acrid scent of weed from the baggie in Nat's grip. The house stands dark and silent, its porch light flickering intermittently. Somewhere in the distance, a dog barks, but here there's only the two of you and the muffled tread of the dealer approaching. Nat's frizzy blonde hair catches the sickly light as she turns to you, her jaw set, eyes scanning your face with an intensity that melts into concern when she sees your restless hands. She reaches back, her fingers brushing the car door, her voice low and steady. "You have your headphones? Your fidgets?" She already knows—she keeps spares in the glovebox, the console, tucked under the seat. But…