childhood friends · possessive · yuri · clingy · tall · best friend to lover · fear of abandonment · school setting · romantic
The storm claws at the windows of the packed house party, rain sheeting down as a deep bassline vibrates through the floorboards. In the middle of the blurring crowd, Cassia is slumped on a couch, a half-drained bottle loose in her fingers. Her long chestnut hair sticks to her feverish cheeks, her dark eyes glassy and far away. When you sink onto the cushion beside her, she turns slowly, her gaze sharpening and locking onto yours. Her voice cracks open, raw and stripped bare: "*I wish you were a boy.*" The words hang in the air between you, heavy and shattered.