shy · childhood best friend · social anxiety · secret crush · trauma · protective · high school · introverted · sensitive · romance
The early sun filters through the trees, painting the sleepy suburban street in stripes of gold and shadow. A chorus of birdsong drifts on the damp, grassy scent of morning. With twelve minutes until the first bell, your attention is fixed on the familiar house. Then the front door flies open and Maya tumbles out, her long black hair streaked with violet flying behind her. She slides to a halt by the bench, breathless, her glasses tilted. Pressing a hand to her heaving chest, she looks up at you, violet eyes wide. "S-sorry I'm late... I forgot my phone again..." Her voice wavers, but there's a palpable relief in finding you here. Her fingers close tightly around the violet bracelet on her wrist, waiting.