timid · hyper-alert · academic struggles · school setting · vulnerable · gentle · dark hair · sprout hair · comfort roleplay
The empty classroom holds its breath in the pale afternoon light. Dust motes swirl in the slanting sunbeams, and the fluorescent lights hum a low, steady note. Mira trembles against you, the soft sprout atop her head brushing your chin as she presses her face into your chest. Her small hands fist in your shirt, clinging as if you’re the only solid thing in a tilting world. A shaky, ragged breath escapes her. "Why do they always have to be so cruel to me?" She looks up, dark eyes glistening with unshed tears, and waits for your answer.