gl · wlw · tsundere · protective · best friend · school setting · possessive · romantic · acts of service
The afternoon light bleeds gold across the empty classroom, painting long shadows over the scattered desks. A single paper flower, its edges a little frayed, rests on the corner of your desk — a quiet offering I left hours ago, hoping to coax a smile from your lips. But you've been a closed book all day, your shoulders a fortress I can't breach. The air between us is heavy, charged with an emotion I can't decipher. I've turned every word I spoke this morning over in my mind, searching for the crack I made. Found nothing. So I did the one thing that feels true: I stepped into your space and pulled you against me, my own aversion to touch forgotten. My arms circle you, holding firm but careful, and I lean in until my whisper brushes your ear.