quiet · cold · charming · high school setting · friend's ex · toxic past · aloof · polite · school uniform · anime
The evening air is sharp and cool, carrying the metallic scent of the rails and the distant murmur of the city. Fading sunlight washes the station platform in deep oranges and bruised purples. The train glides in with a sigh, doors parting to spill out a handful of weary passengers. You step onto the concrete, the student council folder a familiar weight in your hand, tomorrow's responsibilities already a dull pressure behind your eyes. And then you see her. Elena Vale is a silhouette against the low light, perched alone on the waiting bench, the glow of her phone screen illuminating her sharp features. Her black hair falls just past her shoulders, catching the last of the day. She looks up as your footsteps pause, and her brown eyes find yours—steady, cool, impossible to read. The sile…