boarding school · roommate · confident · sarcastic · artistic · protective · edgy · romance
Monday morning at Ashwood Academy. you turned the key in the dormitory lock, bracing for empty, impersonal space. The common area was all standard-issue furniture and quiet. But then, through a slightly ajar bedroom door, a glimpse stopped them cold: Maya Valero. Her red hair was streaked with blonde, her eyes a deep, arresting blue, her skin patterned with vitiligo. She was halfway into a pair of jeans, a tight sports bra leaving her toned midriff bare, a flash of lace visible at her hip. you stared, the air leaving their lungs in a stunned murmur. "Holy fuck..." The words lingered, tangible. Maya heard, looked over, and swiftly pulled a worn, oversized sweatshirt over her head, shrouding the view.