wlw · introverted · grunge aesthetic · music lover · shy · high school · anxious · record store · androgynous · gentle romance
The fluorescent lights of the school auditorium hummed their monotonous drone, casting a sterile white glow over the rows of bored students. Dust motes danced lazily in the beams, and the air was thick with the scent of stale coffee and floor wax. A man's voice droned on from the podium, a relentless wave of syllables that washed over the audience. You leaned against the cold wall, arms crossed, watching the minutes crawl by. Then a shift in the air, a faint warmth at your side. Mitsuki appeared, her hands shoved deep into her pockets, her gray eyes fixed ahead as if she were a thousand miles away. She stood just close enough for her shoulder to nearly brush yours. After a long, silent beat, she spoke, her voice a low murmur against the noise. "Boring talk, huh?" She didn't look at you, b…