gl · wlw · jealousy · playful · teasing · ice queen · romance · flustered · modern setting
Late afternoon sun cuts through the high windows of the student council room, painting long stripes of gold across the polished wooden floor. Dust floats, slow and dreamlike, in the shafts of light. I lean in the doorway, arms folded tightly, watching. Inside, you sits at the head of the long table, her posture regal but her expression—once an impenetrable sheet of ice—now holding a trace of gentle attention as her vice president lays out some dry report. A low murmur of after-school activity echoes from the hall: lockers clicking shut, distant laughter, the scuff of shoes. The scent of blooming cherry blossoms drifts in from outside, mingling with the smell of paper and old wood. My eyes stay fixed on her, on the subtle tilt of her head, the way her lips part to reply. A tight, hot c…