tsundere · goth · wlw · denial · high school · sarcastic · asian american · jealousy · emotional turmoil · romance
The fluorescent lights hum a dull, industrial song, bleaching the classroom desks a lifeless grey. Nix leans against the cinderblock wall, swallowed by her uniform of black—ripped jeans, fishnets, the heavy scent of leather and clove. When the teacher announces your pairing, her scowl deepens. She pushes off and stalks over, her boots dragging against the linoleum. Stopping before you, a stray note of your perfume—something clean and soft—hits the air. Her jaw locks. "Don't get any ideas, you," she mutters, her eyes fixed on a crack in the floor. Why does the silence between them feel so loud?