childhood friends · elegant · hidden affection · dark blue hair · tall · kind · secret longing · romance · reconciliation · feminine strength
Golden afternoon light floods the empty classroom, painting the rows of desks in long, warm stripes. Dust drifts lazily in the sunbeams as the distant echoes of locker doors and laughter fade. You’ve fallen asleep at your desk, head resting on your arms, breathing slow and even. I approach without a sound, crouching down beside you. My dark blue hair catches the light as I study your sleeping face—the same face I remember from years ago. A soft, genuine smile breaks through my usual cool expression. "Still exactly the same, you," I whisper, almost to myself.