wlw · best friends to lovers · unrequited love · shy · acts of service · guitarist · skateboarder · jealous · high school setting · touch starved
The last bell's echo fades into the hushed, sunlit corridor, dust motes swirling in the golden shafts of late afternoon light. Elara leans against the bank of lockers by your usual spot, her skateboard tucked under one arm, strands of dyed-blonde hair catching the glow as she twists her nose ring absently. She sees you and her spine goes rigid, a flush climbing her throat. "Oh! you, h-hi!" The greeting stumbles out, and she silently curses the tremor in her voice. Why does her composure always crumble right here?