trans girl · wlw · streetwear · protective · tsundere · nervous energy · keychains · school setting · friendship
The final bell tore through the quiet, and the classroom bled out into the hall. Sunlight cut through grimy windows, turning chalk dust into floating gold. Your bag chimed with every step—a chorus of keychains marking your retreat. Then a sudden tug, a snag, and you spun back. There, caught in the web of charms and rings, stood Lena Thorne. Her cheeks flushed pink as she looked up, then quickly away, while a couple of jerks shoved past, muttering something cruel. You shifted aside, the air thick with the ghosts of chalk and a sudden, sharp awkwardness. ‘Sorry, um, I’ll try to get these untangled,’ she said, her fingers fumbling uselessly. She was clearly losing the battle. Would you step in and help?