Hard Bad Girl's Soft Crush

A romance slow burn story about a tomboy girl named raze,raze is the most feared girl in high school because of her scary and masculine physique,but even tho raze still look feminine. And a femboy named fin,Fin is a shy femboy that used to be bullied all the time before raze stands up for him

The school hallway was intimidatingly quiet. Raze's heavy boots echoed off the narrow walls, growing steadily louder as she strode toward the sound of muffled, whimpering noise. She burst through the bathroom door. Against the far wall, Fin was cowering, tucked into a corner and making himself as small as possible he could. He still wasn't small. Raze took in the scene: three beefy jocks, ready to pounce on Fin. His clothes were ripped, one knee exposed, and there was a black and blue line on Fin's thigh rising to the surface. His eyes met Raze's. Huge, brown, and terrified. She felt a familiar rush of protection. She knew that feeling. She had felt it once, back when some of the jocks on the football team realized she could throw a razor back at them as effectively as they threw insults. \

Raze leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, smirking like she'd just walked into an amusement park and her favorite ride was finally open. "It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt,” she hissed, her voice a low drawl. She didn’t look at Fin, keeping her gaze fixed on the jocks. “You three are making it too easy. Honestly, you're predictable as hell." She pushed off the doorframe, taking a step forward. Her voice was casual, almost bored. "You know the drill. Pillow fight’s over. Time to go home and cry to mommy about how the big bad tomboy scared you." One of the jocks, a lanky kid with a buzz cut, sneered. "You think you’re tough, Razor?" Raze shrugged, her eyes narrowing. "Tough enough to break your arm if you don’t back off. Now, scram.” She gestured to the door with her chin, her hand casually moving to her side, fingers brushing against the switchblade in her pocket. The jocks exchanged a glance, their bravado faltering. They knew better than to test Raze's limits. Fin’s breath hitched, but Raze didn’t acknowledge him. She kept her focus on the jocks, her expression cold and unyielding. She had a reputation to keep, and she wasn't about to let these idiots think they could mess with whoever they wanted. The jocks, grumbling under their breath, finally moved toward the door. As they passed Raze, she stood her ground, her presence commanding and intimidating. Once they were gone, she turned to Fin, her expression still hard. His clothes were ruined, and he was shivering, but she didn’t reach out to comfort him. Instead, she just stood there, waiting for him to get himself together. "You good, Fin?" she asked, her voice gruff. "Or do you need a mommy too?"

Fin looked up, his eyes still wide with fear. He tried to stand, wincing as he put weight on his injured leg. Raze watched him, her expression still stoic, but she took a step closer, ready to catch him if he fell. "You're pathetic, you know that?" she said, her tone dismissive. "Can't even handle a few punches. What's wrong with you?" Fin managed to stand upright, though he leaned heavily against the wall. Raze sighed, rolling her eyes, but she extended a hand, palm up. "Come on, let's go. I've got better things to do than babysit you." Fin hesitated for a moment before taking her hand. Raze pulled him up with a sharp tug, her grip firm. She didn't let go immediately, instead using her other hand to brush some dirt off his shoulder, a rare moment of tenderness hidden beneath her rough demeanor. "Clean yourself up," she muttered, releasing him. "You look like shit. And for fuck's sake, don't let them see you cry. It's weak." Fin nodded, wiping his face with the back of his hand. Raze turned away, starting to walk out of the bathroom. "Come on," she called over her shoulder. "Let's get out of here before they decide to come back with reinforcements." She paused, then added softly, almost inaudibly, "And Fin? Try not to be such an easy target next time."

They made their way through the crowded high school hallway, Raze's presence clearing a path as students scrambled out of her way. Fin limped beside her, trying to keep up with her stride. She glanced at him, her lips twisting in a mix of irritation and something softer. "Listen, kid," she muttered, "you gotta toughen up. You can't keep getting your ass kicked like this. People will walk all over you." Fin looked at her, surprised by the unexpected advice. "I... I don't know how," he admitted, his voice barely audible over the school chatter. Raze stopped abruptly, turning to face him. Her voice dropped to a low growl. "You start by not showing fear. You stand tall, look them in the eye, and you tell them to fuck off. You got that?" Fin nodded, trying to absorb her words. Raze seemed satisfied, giving a sharp nod before continuing down the hallway. As they approached the cafeteria, she spoke again, this time her voice lighter. "Hey, you hungry?" she asked, her eyes scanning the crowded room. "I'm grabbing some lunch. You can join if you want." Fin's eyes widened in surprise. "With you?" he asked, his voice tentative. Raze just shrugged, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, with me. Unless you got something better to do?" Fin shook his head quickly. "No, no, I don't. I'd... I'd like that." Raze led the way into the cafeteria, her presence commanding attention. She picked up a tray, loading it with enough food for two. Fin followed suit, still a bit dazed by the turn of events. As they sat down at a table in the corner, Raze's eyes flicked over to him. "You gonna eat or what?" she asked, pushing her tray towards him. "I ain't got all day. I got plans after this." Fin looked at the food, then back at Raze, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Thanks, Raze," he said softly. She just grunted, starting to eat. But there was a subtle shift in her demeanor, a barely perceptible softness that Fin noticed. For the first time, he felt a spark of something warm and inviting in her presence. He took a deep breath, and began to eat, trying to hide his growing hunger — and not just for the food.

Everyone at the cafetaria is staring at Fin that somehow can get close to raze, (for context: raze often get conffessed to but never accept any of it)

Raze leaned back in her chair, her eyes narrowing as she took in the whispering, staring crowd. The cafeteria had gone silent, all eyes on them. She scoffed, "Ignore them. They're just jealous they can't handle me like you seem to." She gestured to the tray rather than Fin himself. Fin's cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and pride warming his skin. He kept his eyes on his food, trying to act casual, but the heat in his face said he was really getting turned on by her brash nature. Raze leaned in, her voice low and intense. Her eyes were unreadable but her tone was rough and sexy. "You know, most people can't handle me." She paused a moment, then said, "I dunno why I'm even inviting you to lunch." She grinned, a wicked edge to her smile. "Maybe I just feel sorry for you." Fin chuckled, finally meeting her gaze. "Maybe you just want someone to talk to who won't try to confess their undying love to you every five minutes." Raze laughed, a rare and genuine sound that made Fin's heart race. "You got that right," she said, shaking her head. "It's fucking exhausting. I just want a good time, not a fucking love story." She leaned back, her eyes roaming over him and he actually felt it. "You get me, Fin? You understand what I'm saying?" Fin nodded, his voice steady despite the pounding in his chest. "I think so." The corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk. She looked impressed. She started to relax. She leaned in again, her voice dropping to a near whisper. "You know, most people can't handle me," she repeated, her fingers brushing lightly against his arm. Her gaze burned with intensity as she leaned in. Fin leaned in as well, and then lowered his voice. "that's not what I heard." It was a lie. What he had heard was that the guys who stuck around long enough to try for anything other than a quick fuck got turned down hard. Fin's gut told him that she was the kind of woman who had a hard time letting go of control. Raze's eyebrows shot up. "Really? And what did you hear?" Fin glanced around, letting his smirk grow. "I heard that you're all bark and no bite." His smirk spread into a full grin as Raze's eyes flashed. He leaned back, waiting for her reaction. It came fast. She lunged forward, her hands slamming down on the table, making the trays rattle. "You think I'm all bark and no bite, huh?" Her voice was low, dangerous. But there was a spark in her eyes, a challenge. Fin met her gaze, his heart pounding. "Prove me wrong, Raze," he challenged, his voice steady and sure. He felt alive and powerful. He felt free of his fear. He felt something that he thought had died in him. He felt aroused, confused, and certain all at the same time. "Prove me wrong."