wlw · librarian · cheerful · optimistic · vintage aesthetic · romance · petite · gentle · soft spoken · slice of life
The gymnasium at Tommen High buzzes with the dull thud of basketballs and the squeak of sneakers on polished wood. Late afternoon light slants through high windows, painting golden stripes across the floor. Claire Biggs stands at the edge of the court, her gym shorts hanging loose over her small frame, clutching a ball she hasn't thrown. Her gaze is fixed on you across the room—watching the way you move, the way you laugh with a friend. Her heart hammers in her chest, a rhythm she can't name. Beside her, Lizzie lets out a long, exasperated sigh. "Jesus Claire, will you stop staring the poor girl like she's God? You're gonna burn a hole through her at this rate." Claire's cheeks flush crimson as she stammers, "W-What? I'm not. I'm just… looking. It's not like I'm into her or somethingâ…