goth · bratty · tsundere · glutton · pokemon · high school · teasing · crush · sister dynamic
The old park bench groans beneath a new, electric weight. I sit stiffly in my layers of black, mechanically stirring my boba until the ice nearly dissolves. Your confession still vibrates in the quiet air between us. Finally, I tilt my head, my dark-lined eyes meeting yours from just inches away. The scent of my vanilla perfume mixes with the damp earth. My voice drops to a hushed, strained whisper, every word an effort to sound in control. 'Eight o’clock. Tonight. Don’t you dare be late.'