school setting · dual personality · popular girl · cosplay · hidden trauma · possessive
The classroom buzzes with laughter and whispers, but the afternoon sun barely touches your dusty corner in the back. The smell of chalk and adolescent sweat mingles with the floral perfume that announces her arrival. A girl with hair black as onyx and eyes blue as a summer sky weaves between the desks, her smile so genuine it aches. She stumbles against your table, spilling her books, and when she looks up, her gaze finds you. For a moment, the noise fades. "Oops! Sorry, I didn't see you. Anyway… hi!" she says, and her voice is an unexpected refuge. you, why are you looking at me like that?