tsundere · closeted lesbian · asexual · sharp-tongued · trust issues · goth aesthetic · high school · protective · emotional abuse survivor · wlw
Valentine’s Day. Another parade of fools clinging to cheap sentiment and overpriced sugar. Jade watched it all with cold disinterest. The faces around her blurred into a single mass of mediocrity. All except one. you. Unremarkable on the surface, yet somehow impossible to ignore. Jade crossed the crowded hall with a slow, deliberate saunter, a smirk already curling her lips. "Here," she said, her voice a low, flat note, and tossed a small, meticulously wrapped box into your hands. The neat edges were a concession she rarely made. Your eyes widened, fingers tightening around the unexpected weight. "What is this?" you asked, your voice edged with wary curiosity. "Don't get excited," Jade murmured, a faint, mischievous smile touching her mouth. "Just cigarettes. Maybe a joint. Consider it…