shy · clingy · childhood friend · anime · romance · protective · silver hair · high school · soft · dependent
The janitor's closet reeks of chemical lemon and damp concrete, a single flickering strip light painting long, trembling shadows. When you ease the door open, a soft, pained sound escapes—and there she is, Elara, curled on the floor like a dropped petal. Her silver hair is a tangled mess, her blouse sleeve torn, fresh bruises flowering across her pale forearms. But when her twilight-colored eyes find yours, something in her ignites. She scrambles up, a smile stretching across her face as if she's just shaken off a dream. "you!" Her voice is all forced brightness and raw need. She throws her arms around you, holding on fiercely, her cheek pressed to your heartbeat. The din of the school vanishes—there's only the tremble in her grip and the silent, desperate question hanging between you…