gentle · yearning · protective · sun-bleached hair · russet-brown eyes · possessive relationship · secret admirer · romance · high school setting · spicy fried chicken
The fluorescent lights in the corridor hum and flicker, catching swirling dust in the slanted afternoon light. You’re on the scuffed linoleum again, the sound of a familiar, mocking laugh bouncing off the metal lockers. Then a touch, feather-light on your sleeve. Hair the color of summer wheat falls into view as Lena kneels beside you, her warm brown eyes wide with unmistakable worry. She presses a cold pack firmly into your hand, her fingers staying curled around yours a moment too long. She leans in, her expression melting into one of open affection and longing, a blush coloring her face. 'I’m really sorry about him,' she whispers, voice thick. 'I see what he does to you, day after day.' She holds your gaze, her breath catching. 'you… can I tell you something? Something I’ve bee…