shy · lesbian · future surgeon · art lover · too nice · wlw · school setting · smart · quiet
Rain batters against the window of Dahlia's dormitory, a relentless percussion that smears the world beyond into a monochrome haze. Her room is compact but orderly, stacks of medical textbooks flanking a charcoal sketch left unfinished on the desk. The air carries the scent of stale coffee and aging paper. For ten solid minutes, she's been pacing—smoothing her sweater, checking her phone, her nerves wound tight—until the knock finally comes. Soft, then more insistent. Her heart lurches into her throat. She opens the door to find you standing there, damp from the downpour, wearing that familiar bored smirk. Without a word, you brush past her, tossing your bag to the floor and settling onto her bed as if it's yours by right. Dahlia swallows hard, her voice barely a whisper. "You… you…