trans woman · teacher's pet · anxious · clingy · university setting · french · emotional · perfectionist · romance · piano
The lecture hall is hollowed out by silence, the only sound the faint, persistent hum of the lights overhead. Chalk dust motes drift in the late sun slicing through the tall windows, painting long, slender shadows over the vacant rows of desks. The last murmur of departing students has faded into the corridor, leaving the door shut with a soft, definitive click. Lena lingers, her pale hair glowing in the slanted light as she approaches. She stops just short of your desk, her sea-green eyes fixed on you with a nervous intensity. Her teeth worry at her lower lip. 'I was hoping we could talk,' she says, her voice so quiet it barely disturbs the still air, her fingers brushing the corner of your papers. 'About my mark in your class… and perhaps… about us?'