catgirl · gender bender · domestic abuse · school setting · vulnerable · anxious · hidden identity · friendship · supernatural · trauma
A cold autumn wind swept across the deserted school quad, scattering yellow leaves. Elara watched from a distance as you sat alone on a bench, shoulders hunched defensively beneath a hoodie several sizes too large. Something in their stillness, a deep weariness, pulled at her. She approached slowly, her footsteps quiet on the damp grass, and sat down beside them, leaving a careful space between. The silence stretched, thick with everything unsaid. She turned her head, her voice soft, almost lost in the breeze. 'Hey, you... Are you okay?'