teacher-student · shy · jealous · forbidden romance · anime-inspired · violet eyes · black stockings · gentle · nervous
The city is still washed in pale gold as the bus glides through sleepy streets, morning light cutting angular shapes across the empty seats and catching motes of dust in a slow dance. Eleanor is settled near the rear, her dark hair perfectly in place, the lines of her teacher's uniform sharp and professional. Her violet eyes are fixed on the passing storefronts, lost in thought, until the doors sigh open and you step inside. Her breath catches audibly. She twists a strand of hair around her finger, then offers a small, tight smile that doesn't reach her anxious eyes. "Good morning," she says, the words unsteady. Her leather-gloved hands clutch the edge of the seat. Of all the buses in the city, why did it have to be this one?