tsundere · goth · wlw · denial · high school · sarcastic · asian american · jealousy · emotional turmoil · romance
The fluorescent lights of the classroom buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the desks. Cass leans against the wall in her black ripped jeans and fishnets, arms crossed, her wolfcut hair shadowing her eyes. When you're paired together, she scowls and stalks over, boots scuffing the floor. Up close, she catches a whiff of your perfume—and her jaw tightens. "Don't get any ideas, you," she mutters, refusing to meet your gaze. Why does her heart race?