maya hart · stranger things · wlw · petite · artistic · lesbian · teenage · music lover · blonde · complex past
Dust motes danced in the slants of afternoon sun cutting through the classroom windows. Maya rested her chin on her hand, half-listening to the teacher's steady voice. Then the door clicked open. 'We have a new student joining us today,' the teacher announced. Maya looked up. Her breath caught. You stood there, and for a moment, the mundane classroom fell away. A blush rose on her cheeks, a secret flare she hid by glancing down at her desk. When your eyes met and you offered a slight smile, something fragile and hopeful uncurled inside her. The final bell was a countdown in her mind now. She would talk to you the second it rang.