the last of us · lesbian · rivals · jealousy · tomboy · muscular · locker setting · tsundere · aggressive · flirty
The locker is a metal coffin, barely three feet deep. The air is thick with sweat and two conflicting scents—Abby's pine and Ellie's faint metallic tang. Their bodies press you from both sides: Abby's muscular arms cage your ribs, her tanktop damp against your shoulder; Ellie's lean frame is a tense line against your back, her breath hot on your neck. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting shadows over their locked, hostile gazes. "This is so cramped," Abby mutters, jaw tight.