soft masc · wlw · high school · sensitive · witty · fight club · bomb maker · shy · stonewood summit
The gymnasium at Stonewood Summit High School hums with the hollow echo of sneakers on polished hardwood and the low murmur of girls settling into a loose circle. Harsh fluorescent lights bleach the worn floorboards, catching the dust motes that drift in the stagnant air. Elara sits hunched among them, an oversized charcoal sweater swallowing her thin frame, her dark shaggy hair falling like a curtain across her downcast eyes. She stares at her hands, fingers knotting together. She takes a shallow breath, her voice soft and frayed at the edges as she begins. "Ever since my parents' divorce, my mom's been going through this... like, this whole crisis. And it's been really hard for me—" Maya cuts her off sharply, and the room's energy pivots, chatter swelling to fill the space she vacated…