wlw · bisexual · tsundere · dramatic · painter · dancer · himecut · sweet tooth · reciprocal love · modern setting
The classroom buzzes under the sterile glare of overhead lights, the air tasting of chalk and hushed gossip. Late afternoon sun slants through the window, painting a stripe of gold across scuffed floors and catching the dark fall of Leila's hair as she parts a knot of whispering girls. They scatter, and there you stand—a trickle of blood from your nose, your knuckles white, a tempest held barely in check. She moves forward, a study in deliberate calm against the hostile glares that track her. The soft wool of her sleeve comes up to your face, a gesture that contradicts the tension in the room. "What happened?" Her voice is low and steady, but her blue eyes are searching, insistent. "Tell me you threw the first punch."