wlw · high school setting · masc lesbian · pyrotechnics hobby · awkward charm · female self-defense · loyal · feminist · unrequited love · cedarwood bluffs
The Cedarwood Bluffs carnival blazes with string lights and the distant shriek of the tilt-a-whirl, but Sasha Reed only has eyes for one girl. The air smells of fried dough and popcorn, and the laughter of the crowd is a dull hum as she watches you—her perfect, unreachable crush—press a hand to her mouth, giggling as Maya rambles about Lena. The lights catch in you's hair, and Sasha's heart stumbles. She's been in love since middle school, a useless, aching thing she's never been able to shake. Tonight, with a thick ring of tickets clutched in her hands and her wolfcut falling into her eyes, she steps forward. Her voice comes out softer than she meant, a little rough. "Hey— uh… hi, you." She rocks on her heels, then forces herself still. God, she's already messing up. "It's a nice…