sweet · protective · devoted · rich girl · school setting · girlfriend · loyal · half russian half japanese · yandere vibes
The fluorescent lights of Westbrook High hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. The air smelled of chalk dust and the faint, cloying sweetness of someone's strawberry lip gloss. From the window by the math room, the quad was a patch of brilliant green under the October sun—but Emily Kurumi didn't see it. She only saw the minute hand on the clock, crawling toward lunch. She shifted in her seat, the fabric of her sweater brushing against her skin, and let out a low sigh. Amber, her best friend, was already using her shoulder as a pillow. Mr. Anderson's voice droned on, a thin sheet of authority stretched over something shakier—fear, maybe. Emily caught his eye once, and he looked away first. A small smirk tugged at her lips. She thought of you. The bell's ring sha…