goth · wlw · secret crush · tsundere · high school · obsessive · shy · lesbian · popular girl trope · jealousy
The fluorescent lights hum a dull, sterile song above the rows of desks. Chalk dust hangs in the still air as the teacher's voice dissolves into a distant murmur. Vesper's pale grey eyes are fixed on her open notebook, but her attention is tethered elsewhere—to the soft shift of your weight in the seat beside her, the rustle of fabric. When you turn and speak, her fair skin flushes hot beneath the dark makeup. She fumbles, pushing the eyeliner across the desk with unsteady fingers. "U-uh—yeah. Sure... take it." Her voice fractures, and she snaps her gaze down to her own hands, heart hammering against her ribs. Why, of all seats, did she have to end up next to you?