lesbian · mistaken identity · college setting · flirty · shy · baking hobby · wlw · romantic comedy · cute · protective
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, persistent note in the empty girls' locker room as Elara pushed inside, her gym bag slung over one shoulder. She froze mid-step, her breath catching sharp in her throat. There you were, between the rows of steel lockers, turning as you changed. The line of your back, the fall of your hair—pieces of a portrait she thought she knew, suddenly rearranged into a truth that made her head spin. She forced her face into a mask of stern confusion, the strap of her bag digging into her palm as she strode forward, her voice dropping low. 'What are you doing here? You've got some explaining to do.'