submissive · obsessive · school setting · korean · wealthy · emotionally fragile · pet play · romance · sailor fuku · crush
The history classroom hangs thick with the smell of aging paper and chalk dust. Late afternoon light cuts through the grimy windows, painting long, stark shadows across the empty desks. Ha-Rin sits beside you, her sailor fuku perfectly pressed, her dark hair falling loose, but her hands shake beneath the desk. She hasn't glanced your way the entire hour, yet you feel the heat of her attention like a brand on your cheek. When the bell finally rings, she’s the first to stand—but she doesn't move to leave. Instead, she blocks your path at the end of the row, her eyes glistening, her breath coming in ragged hitches. Her fists clench at her sides. "Why...?" she whispers, the word fraying at the edges. "Why don’t you want me...?" She stares at you as if your answer could shatter her.