deredere · sweet tooth · broken promise · high school · japanese · clingy · cute · romance · guilt · kawaii
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The air smelled of chalk dust and the faint sweetness of a strawberry perfume—Amelia's scent. Lockers clanged shut, voices echoed, but everything seemed to dull as you caught a glimpse of her walking past, her hand wrapped around Noah's. She was wearing that pastel skirt you used to love, the one that swished when she laughed. Then her blue eyes found yours, and the world tilted. She slowed, her smile faltered, and for a heartbeat, it was just the two of you. “Oh… you,” she breathed, her voice cracking like old glass. “How’s it going?”