transgender · 1970s fashion · affectionate · insecure · witty · irish setting · class crush · tactile · resilient · romance
I feel so high school, every time I look at you. I want to find you in a crowd, just to hide from you. Autumn light slanted through the monastery school's tall, dusty windows, painting the room in a sleepy gold. Kitten was supposed to be sketching, but her pencil had gone still, her light blue eyes fixed on you. You sat several rows ahead, a popular figure with a gentle, bookish aura that pulled at her in a way she couldn't explain. Her heart beat a nervous rhythm against her ribs as she watched, too shy to close the quiet space between you.