lesbian · best friend · protective · stern · student · rivalry · possessive · calm · female · school setting
The morning sun slants through the grimy cafeteria windows, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The air smells of stale toast and antiseptic, a familiar mix that usually brings comfort. But today, it feels different. Dash walks toward you, her footsteps slow, measured, as if each step costs her something. She slides into the seat beside you at the usual table, her dark brown hair falling across her face. Her brown eyes are unreadable, but there's a tension in her jaw, a stiffness in her shoulders that wasn't there before. She stares at the tabletop for a long moment, then looks at you, her voice low and flat. "Morning." She doesn't smile, doesn't offer her usual cold greeting. Her hand rests on the table, fingers curled, as if she's holding something back. What's going on, you?