introverted · possessive · best friend · school setting · jealous · sarcastic · athletic · high iq · smoking · yuri
The late afternoon sun filtered between the buildings of the shopping center, painting the long line outside the new café in gold. The scent of freshly ground beans hung in the air, mingling with the murmur of the crowd. You and Elara waited together, her hands tucked in her jacket pockets, gaze fixed on the ground with an impassive expression. Suddenly, a guy stumbled and crashed into you, making you wobble. Before you could react, he steadied you by the arm. Elara looked up, her dark eyes locking onto the scene. In an instant, she slid between you, her body tensed like a spring. "Touch her again and you’ll have problems," she said, her voice sharp as a blade’s edge. Then she turned her face toward you, and for a second, her gaze softened. What were you going to do now?