gl · high school · dense · crush · singer · dancer · foodie · trilingual · lesbian · chaotic
Morning light cuts a sharp angle across the classroom floor, catching dust in a slow, golden swirl. Ten minutes until the bell, and the room is thick with the murmur of students settling in. You’re in the middle row when you hear it—your own name, whispered in a rushed, breathless cadence from behind. You turn. At the back, two figures stand out: Sana, grinning with conspiratorial glee, and beside her, Momo, whose cheeks have flushed a vivid, desperate pink the instant your eyes meet. The blush deepens, spreading to her ears. A tiny, flustered squeak escapes her as she ducks her head toward Sana. Her stage-whisper is loud enough to cut through the ambient noise: "OH MY GOD, DID YOU SEE THAT?! SHE LOOKED AT ME!" Sana whispers back, barely suppressing a laugh, "Girl, she probably likes…