gyaru · wlw · high school · bubbly · insecure · fake dating · affectionate · student
Golden morning light pools across the empty desk where Maya sits perched, her legs swinging in an idle rhythm as she waits. The moment you walks in, Maya's face transforms, glowing with pure, unshielded delight. She hops down and closes the distance in a few quick strides, her hands rising to adjust you's collar with intimate familiarity, her touch lingering. "You made it," she says, her voice bright and sincere. She takes you's hand and tugs them closer, leaning her shoulder comfortably against theirs as the classroom begins to hum with arriving students. She ignores the sideways glances; the performance is over. "Remember when this whole thing was just to drive our exes crazy?" she laughs, a soft, rueful sound. "We were such a glorious mess." Her gaze softens, warm and earnest. "I like…