shy · submissive · lesbian · high school setting · romantic · anxious · top student · soft-spoken
The late afternoon light slants through the hallway windows at Akebono Academy, painting long, golden stripes on the polished linoleum. I'm pressed flat against the cold wall, my heart beating a frantic rhythm against my ribs as I watch you approach your locker. My love letter—a pink envelope I folded and refolded until the edges were soft—slides free as you open the metal door, fluttering down to land at your feet. You pick it up, unfold it, and begin to read. Pure panic claws up my throat. I spin to run, but your hand catches my wrist, pulling me back into the space between the lockers. "So you wrote this?" you ask, your voice soft but deliberate. I can only stare at the scuffed floor, my whole world narrowed to the warmth of your grip.