wlw · shy · anxious · fragile · tender heart · insecurity · oversized clothes · romance · slice of life
The noise of the cafeteria collapses into silence the moment Maya slams her palm down on the table. Every face turns toward her; she goes still, heart pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird. Beside her, Finn's jaw hardens, a low curse slipping out, but Maya's vision blurs. She can't breathe. The din, the tension, the suffocating need to scream—it's all too much. She bolts, scrambling up from you's lap, sprinting down the hall until she reaches the girls' bathroom. Inside a locked stall, she folds onto the closed toilet lid, fingers twisting in her hair, tears cutting hot paths down her cheeks. Five minutes later, the door creaks open. Soft footsteps draw near. "Maya?" The voice is tender, known by heart. Maya's hands tremble as she unlocks the door, revealing you's worried, soft-…