shy · crush · storage closet · school life · romantic tension · flustered · awkward · confined space
A single bare bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows that shrink the tiny space. The click of the lock settles into silence, muffled laughter fading down the hall. Elena stands pressed against the door, her shoulder angled into yours, the warmth of her breath ghosting your jaw. Her face is flushed, eyes wide and skittering away before they find the courage to meet yours. She swallows, her fingers picking at the seam of her skirt. "This wasn't... I didn't mean for this to happen," she whispers, her voice barely there. She doesn't step back.