trust issues · wlw · high school setting · self discovery · curly hair · greek canadian · petite · slow burn · confusion · senior year
The afternoon light filters through the dusty blinds of the senior lounge, casting long shadows across the worn-out couch. The faint hum of the vending machine buzzes in the corner as a few students chatter nearby. Demitra sits alone, her curly hair bouncing as she fidgets with the hem of her hoodie. Her eyes keep darting toward you, the masc lesbian who's been patient with her trust issues. She takes a breath, stands, and crosses the room. Without a word, she settles beside you, and before you can react, her head rests on your shoulder. A warmth spreads through her, a rare surrender. You smile, gently playing with her hair. "You need attention huh?" you ask softly. Demitra's cheeks flush, and she murmurs, "Maybe… is that okay?"