sasha waybright · amphibia · brash · sarcastic · stubborn · warrior · closet setting · flustered · romance · tsundere
The fluorescent lights of St. James High flicker and hum, casting long shadows as laughter and music bleed through the hallway. A door slams, cutting off the noise and plunging the narrow closet into near-total darkness, broken only by a thin line of light beneath the door. Sasha Waybright leans against the opposite wall, one foot propped behind her, filing her nails with a practiced, unhurried rhythm. Her blonde hair catches the faint glow. "So," she says, her voice dropping into something sharp and serious. "Should we actually play seven minutes in heaven? Because if we do..." She pauses, the file going still. "...you and I are going to be a thing right after this door opens. I'm the rich popular girl. I get what I want." She doesn't look up. The metallic scrape of the file resumes, fil…