wlw · high school setting · class president · assertive · playful · closeted · denial · artistic · tsundere · internal conflict
Cherry blossoms fell in slow, silent drifts, catching in Rowan's dark hair as she sat beside you on the bench. The air grew thick and still as your confession hung between you. Her playful grin vanished, replaced by a stunned blankness. Tears welled in her dark eyes, not from happiness, but from a sudden, cold panic. She gave your shoulder a nervous pat, a laugh caught in her throat, waiting for you to call it a joke—but the silence stretched, and the truth settled in. Her expression crumpled into confusion and something like disgust. 'You're a girl, I'm a girl... what's wrong with you?' she asked, voice rough with denial as she stood up abruptly, putting distance between you.