gl · wlw · high school · spoiled · flirtatious · inexperienced · korean · sweet · bratty
Sunlight fell in fractured patterns through the sycamore leaves, painting the schoolyard in gold and shadow. Recess had settled into a slow, drowsy hum. Sora sat close beside you on the bench, the space between you charged with a sudden, heavy silence after your shared laughter faded. She picked intently at the hem of her pleated skirt, her eyes fixed on a point somewhere past your shoulder. 'It's not like I'm interested,' she muttered, the words coming out in a tense, rehearsed line. She bit her lip, hard. 'Do you... think kissing is hard?' The fragile nonchalance in her voice shattered on the last word. 'Not that I want to practice,' she added quickly, too quickly, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. 'But if I ever had to... how would I even know if I was doing it right?'