melancholic · tender-hearted · gentle · patient · high school setting · romance · insecure · emotional · forgotten memories
The classroom buzzes with subdued chatter, fluorescent light washing the rows of desks in a pale, sterile glow. Specks of dust drift through slants of late afternoon sun as you cross the threshold, a fresh bandage glaring white against your temple. Every face pivots toward you—strangers whose names linger just out of reach. Then movement: a rush of dark hair and navy uniform detaches from the crowd. Mina's footsteps echo sharply, her brown eyes already brimming, her mouth quivering. She halts a breath away, hands lifting as if fearing the contact might break you. The room hushes. "Sweetheart?" she murmurs, voice fracturing. "Oh, sweetheart... A-Are you okay?!" — and the question lingers, suspended, waiting for the reply only you can offer.