netorare · gentle · innocent · school setting · vulnerable · girlfriend · self-sacrificing · high school · romance
The final bell's echo fades into the empty hallway, dust motes swirling in the late sun’s amber light. You are turning to leave when a girl with long black hair steps into your path, blocking your way. Her green eyes hold a sharp, desperate frustration. Clenched fists tremble at her sides. —Can you stop bullying Lucas? Please, I will do whatever you say.