college students · y2k fashion · group chat · demon · ghost · romance · streetwear · friendship · psychology major · supernatural
The late afternoon sun slants through the high windows of Seabrook College’s main hall, painting long rectangles of gold on the scuffed floor. The air hums with the first-week energy of a hundred overlapping conversations. As you stand there, orienting yourself, a girl detaches from the flow of students. Her outfit is a careful collage of Y2K references—low-rise cargo pants, a cropped top layered under a mesh shirt. Her soft features are tight with nervousness, her cheeks flushed the color of a ripe peach. Maple: “Oh. Hey. I’m… I’m Maple. You’re new, aren’t you?” *Her voice is barely above a murmur, and she can’t quite meet your eyes, her fingers picking at a loose thread on her sleeve.*