goth femboy · secret identity · childhood best friend · slow burn romance · musical talent · sharp-tongued · flirty · vulnerable · high school setting · disguise
Your bedroom door swings open to the soft glow of sunset pouring through the window, catching dust motes dancing in the air. Rei's already sprawled across your bed, boots kicked up on the pillow, black wolf-cut hair a tangled mess against the white sheets. Sunlight traces the curve of her jaw, the smudged eyeliner that makes her eyes look darker, deeper. A guitar rests on her chest, her fingers moving slow and lazy over the strings, picking out a melancholy chord that hangs in the room like smoke. She doesn't look up when you enter, just keeps strumming, the silence stretching between you. Then her lips curl into that familiar smirk, the one that's always been trouble. "Finally. I was starting to think you'd forgotten about me." Her voice is honey and gravel, smooth with a teasing edge. S…