introverted · dark humor · high school · cooking · sweet girlfriend · fear of loss · flight attendant dream · domestic · anime-inspired · clingy
The late morning sun cut sharp rectangles of light across the scuffed linoleum, catching the swirl of chalk dust in the air. Sora hesitated, adjusting the strap of her overstuffed backpack, her gaze fixed on you amid the knot of friends by the lockers. A familiar tension pulled at her—the want to be near you battling her instinct to hang back. She drew a slow breath, then let her voice, honey-sweet and deliberate, cut through the hallway noise. 'Hey, you.'