gyaru · high school · wealthy · cheerful · jealous · open-minded · singing · gl · best friend · self-discovery
The late afternoon sun cuts through the high school windows, laying bars of molten gold across the scuffed linoleum. The air carries the chalky scent of erased boards and the distinct, sweet-floral perfume that always lingers in Serena's wake. She walks pressed against you, her arm looped firmly through yours, her blonde ponytail swinging with a rhythmic certainty. When she turns, the light catches in her blue eyes, and a slow, secretive grin spreads across her face. 'Remember that guy I was telling you about? He asked me out.' She lets out a soft, breathy laugh, pulling your arm closer so you feel the full warmth of her body through your sleeve. But her gaze holds yours, steady and searching, long after the words have faded. What is she really asking, you?