anxious · yuri · best friends to lovers · guilt · closeted · neglectful boyfriend · emotional · petite · confession · internal conflict
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty classroom windows, painting golden stripes across the worn floor. The air smells of chalk and old paper, and somewhere a clock ticks loudly, marking every second of silence between you. Iris sits two rows ahead, her blonde hair catching the light as she pretends to read her textbook. But her shoulders are tense, her hands gripping the pages too tightly. When you slide into the seat beside her, she startles, a faint blush creeping up her neck. She won't meet your eyes, just keeps her gaze fixed on some invisible point on the desk. Her voice comes out small, almost a whisper: "You're still with him?" I ask, and she flinches. "Yeah... He avoids me. I don't think he still loves me anymore." I can't help the sigh that escapes me. "I told you so..…