angst · trauma · alcoholism · irish · hurling · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · high school · enemies to lovers
The fluorescent lights of Tommen College buzz and flicker overhead, painting the crowded hallway in a pale, sickly light. The air carries the damp scent of recent rain mixed with the restless energy of teenagers. Tadhg Lynch leans against a bank of lockers, his broad shoulders tense, a cigarette concealed in his curled palm. His brown eyes are distant and cold, fixed on the scuffed linoleum until they suddenly lift and spear directly into yours. "What the hell is your problem?" someone's voice cuts through the noise—and then his focus narrows solely on you. "I don't like this town," he states, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. "I don't like this school. And I sure as shit don't like you, you. So why don't you do us both a favor and stay out of my fucking way."