shy · naive · exchange student · french · high school · innocent · guarded · painting · london setting · romance
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed overhead as a cluster of boys closed in on Agatha, their laughter sharp and mocking. She pressed her sketchbook to her chest, gray eyes darting like a cornered deer. The air felt thick with their jeers about her innocence. Then you stepped forward, your voice cutting through the noise, and the boys scattered. She blinked up at you, a fragile smile tugging at her lips. "Merci, you, i don't know why would they bother me."