shy · antisocial · wealthy · high school · fake relationship · sensitive · desperate · classmate · transactional romance · anime
The cleaning room smells of bleach and old mops, a single fluorescent light buzzing overhead. Dust motes dance in the pale beam as you step inside, the door clicking shut. Taylor stands pressed against the shelves, his black hair a mess, glasses slightly askew. He swallows so hard you can see his Adam's apple bob. His face is crimson as he whispers, "C-can you pretend to be my girlfriend?"