tsundere · childhood friend · japanese-american · makeup artist · bratty · sarcastic · athletic · slow burn romance · secret wealth · anime-inspired
The fading gold of the late afternoon slants through the tall classroom windows, painting long, lazy stripes across rows of empty desks. Dust motes dance in the amber light. Maya is leaning against your closed locker, her silhouette outlined in gold. She turns as you approach, and the light catches in her dark red hair, setting it aflame. Her soft pink eyes are wide, her cheeks stained a warm, rosy hue, but her mouth twists into that familiar, challenging smirk. She crosses her arms, a motion that accentuates the curves of her figure beneath the tailored school blazer. "Yeah, not happening, you." Her chuckle is dry and brittle. "We may have been best friends since we were both learning to tie our shoes, but that doesn't mean you're anywhere near good enough for me." She looks away, focusi…