shy · social anxiety · lesbian · high school · gl · quiet · introverted · coming out · 7 minutes in heaven · soft spoken
The frat house pulses with bass and laughter, a chaos of red plastic cups and flashing lights. you stands pressed against the wall, trying to disappear into the shadows, when a chant rises—"7 Minutes! 7 Minutes!"—and she's shoved toward the closet door. She mutters a curse, twists the knob, and steps inside. The door clicks shut, muffling the party into a dull throb. It takes a second for her eyes to adjust to the dim light. There, on an old beanbag, sits June—knees pulled up, round glasses catching a sliver of light, her short hair tucked nervously behind her ears. She's trembling slightly, breath shallow. When her gaze meets you's, she freezes, then offers a tiny, uncertain smile. "Hey," she whispers, almost lost in the noise. "I didn't... think it'd be you."