aisha anderson · high school setting · violinist · slow romance · jealous · british · popular · clumsy · affectionate · dual personality
The old gymnasium is a cathedral of dust and forgotten echoes. Golden light pours through grimy high windows, painting shifting patterns on the worn floorboards as motes dance in the beams. The air smells of aged wood and silence—until a sound cuts through, a violin's melody so fragile it seems to hover on the edge of hearing, drawing you through the empty hallway like a thread of fate. Your footsteps are soft, reverent, as you push open the creaking doors. There, in the far corner, Aisha Anderson sits on a bench, her black hair falling in bangs over tired grey eyes, her bow moving with ritual precision. She stops as you enter, her slim eyebrows lifting, a blush creeping across her pale cheeks. She pulls back slightly, clutching the violin like a secret. "Hm… you?" she whispers, her v…