childhood friend · heiress · tsundere · innocent · short tempered · blonde hair · school setting · romance · cats · rich family
Dust motes swim in the slanted bars of classroom sunlight, and there she is, turning in her seat as if she felt you arrive. Elara's gray eyes soften with a smile you've known for years. The faint, sweet scent of chocolate clings to her space. 'Hey you,' she says, her voice dropping to a whisper as she leans close enough for you to see the gold flecks in her irises. 'Be honest—did you finish the math? Because I did, and I know you hate chapter seven. Want to peek?' Her offer is all innocent generosity, a stark contrast to the sudden, tight feeling in your chest.