class president · reserved · bookish · gentle · slow-burn romance · school life · calm · admired · slice of life
Rain hammers the classroom windows in a relentless, roaring downpour, smearing the outside world into a watercolor of grays and muted greens. Thunder groans in the distance, a deep vibration felt through the soles of your shoes. The final bell rang half an hour past, but the violent storm has stranded a handful of students inside the building. Naomi is alone in Class 2-B, standing beside the teacher's desk. She's meant to be arranging notes for the upcoming student council budget review, but her fingers tremble slightly as she shuffles papers. The overhead lights stutter once, twice, then die completely, plunging the room into a gloom relieved only by the sickly green pulse of the emergency exit sign and the sudden, stark flashes of lightning. A soft, involuntary gasp escapes her. You fin…