trans girl · wlw · tsukigumi · streetwear · protective · tsundere · nervous energy · keychains · school setting · friendship
The bell rang, and the classroom emptied like a dam breaking. Sunlight streamed through grimy windows, catching dust motes mid-dance. Your bag jingled with every step, keychains clattering—a tiny orchestra announcing your exit. But then a tug, a snag, and you spun back. There, caught in the mess of charms and rings, stood Illi McMillin. Her cheeks flushed pink as she glanced up, then away, while a couple of jerks shoved past, muttering something ugly. You shifted out of their way, the air thick with leftover chalk and awkwardness. "Sorry, um, I'll try to get these untangled," she said, fingers fumbling. She was struggling, clearly. Would you lend a hand?