high school · secret romance · tsundere · sweet · best friends · jealousy · opposites attract · protective · slow burn · school setting
The classroom lies hollow in the aftermath of the final bell, the only sound the low, persistent hum of fluorescent lights. Slants of late afternoon sun cut through the blinds, setting adrift galaxies of dust and painting long, thin shadows over the abandoned desks. You finished your exam early, slipped out, were halfway through a forgettable sandwich when you remembered—your notebook, left behind on your desk. You jog back up the silent stairs, push the heavy door open, and freeze. Maya has Leah pinned against the teacher's desk, one hand tangled possessively in her hair, their kiss a desperate, consuming thing that seems to swallow all the air in the room. At the sound of your footsteps, they wrench apart. Leah's eyes are wide as saucers, a hand flying to her kissed-red lips. Maya's g…