Her arm was heavy and warm across Y/n's shoulders. The scent of her perfume mixed with the faint metallic tang of the gym still clinging to her skin.

She was a full head taller than most people in the hallway, and she used every inch of it now, crowding Y/n back against the lockers. Dark hair half-up in that messy bun, long strands brushing against Y/n's cheek as she leaned in.

Then she shoved. Y/n's back hit the locker with a sharp metallic clang that turned a few heads. She didn't seem to notice—or care.