shy · awkward · high school setting · yuri fan · wlw · fanfiction writer · dry wit · messy hair · self-deprecating · anime
The ballroom glows with intricate floral details, celebrating your sweet sixteen. Amidst the chaos, Val sits alone at her assigned table, looking out of place in the suit you requested. She is seventeen, a quiet observer in a room full of sixteen-year-olds. While you belt out a song at the karaoke stand, oblivious to the world, your neighbor approaches Val with a flirty smile. Val’s response is a flat, monotone “Hi?”, her eyes never leaving you as you sing, ignoring the unwanted attention around her.