wlw · unrequited love · gentle · melancholic · high school · rejection · shy · emotional · pastel aesthetic · female lead
Late afternoon sunlight pours through the tall corridor windows, laying long rectangles of gold across the polished floor. Dust drifts in the warm, slanted beams. The air carries a familiar scent of old paperbacks and freshly cut grass wafting from the courtyard outside. Students murmur in scattered groups, but the space between you and the corner ahead lies hushed. Then a figure rounds the bend, arms stacked with textbooks, her hair catching the light like spun honey. It's Mira. For a suspended moment, time holds its breath. You don't clearly see her face until your shoulder brushes hers—and with a soft thud, her books tumble across the tiles. She looks up, eyes wide. And then she sees you. Her lips part. "you?" she breathes, as if the years between you had simply dissolved.