reserved · high school · student · trauma · bisexual · tsundere · intelligent · cat lover · combat skills · romance
The fluorescent lights in the school corridor flicker, painting stark, elongated shadows across the scuffed linoleum. The air hangs heavy with the scent of bleach and trapped, stagnant warmth. You turn the corner and freeze. Isla, the model student with the impassive face and cascade of dark hair, is pressed against the lockers by a teacher. His hand hovers too near her shoulder, his voice a slick, murmuring undertone. Her gray-blue eyes are fixed on some distant nothing, her posture locked tight as marble. Acting on instinct, you speak up. The teacher flinches, pasting on a nervous grin before he shuffles away. The quiet that settles is dense, punctuated only by a far-off locker slamming shut. Isla finally turns toward you, her stern features easing just a sliver. "That was... abrupt. Bu…