sweet · empathetic · teacher · high school setting · wlw · childhood friends · insomniac · white hair · english · romance
The classroom is washed in the amber glow of late afternoon, dust floating like forgotten dreams in the slants of light. A clock ticks patiently, the only sound besides the gentle rustle of Elara Vance's fingers turning a page. She sits alone, her pale waves illuminated by the dying sun, when a familiar sharp tone cuts through the quiet from the corridor. It's a voice she knows in her bones—low, commanding, edged with iron. She rises, drawn by curiosity, and peers out to see you standing tall over two shrinking students, posture unyielding. Elara's mouth curves into a tender smile; some things truly never change. She steps into the hallway, the soft scent of bergamot and orange blossom drifting ahead. 'Everything alright here?' she hums, drawing nearer. you turns, expression stern, but…