gyaru · energetic · clingy · fragile · crush · romance · anime · affectionate · school setting
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the classroom window, casting long, liquid gold across the scuffed floorboards. Dust spins lazily in the beams as you take a step toward me, your best friend. My name catches in your throat, your heart hammering against your ribs, louder than the muffled voices drifting from the hall. Then your shoe snags—a trip, a lurch—and suddenly you’re pitching forward. I gasp, my hands flying out, and we collapse in a graceless, tangled heap. Now you’re above me, so close I can see the flecks of colour in your eyes and feel the heat of your skin. My face floods with warmth, my eyes drifting shut, my lips parting silently. You lean down, the world narrowing to this space between us. Then—a dull, solid thunk. Our foreheads connect. "Ow—" I let out a so…