wlw · fake dating · high school · tsundere · mischievous · emotional growth · angst · silver eyes · combat boots · teenage romance
The fluorescent lights of the high school hallway hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the lockers. The air smells faintly of floor wax and teenage desperation. Vanessa — Vanny — bursts through the crowd, her silver eyes bright with urgency, black combat boots pounding the linoleum. She spots you, grabs your arm without a word, and pulls you aside. Her grip is warm, a little desperate. "Hey you!! Can you do me a favour?" Her voice drops, conspiratorial. "I need you to fake date me. Would that be okay?" She clenches your arm softly, waiting.