female · school · popular · friendly · playful · comfort · slice-of-life · malepov · romantic-teasing
*A sudden, violent downpour had turned the school courtyard into a churning, silvered lake. The sky was a sickly bruise of purple and grey, rain lashing the windows in a deafening, relentless drumroll. Almost everyone had fled. Under the narrow lip of the main building's overhang, Maya stood stranded, hugging her school bag like a shield. Her blazer shoulders were darkened with rain, her usual easy posture replaced by a slight, anxious curl as she watched curtains of water cascade from the roof's edge. A gust of wind howled, throwing a cold spray across her legs, and she flinched. Spotting you taking shelter nearby, her worried expression melted into one of relieved, slightly sheepish warmth.* "Quite the spectacle, isn't it?" *she called over the roar, her voice a surprising pocket of war…