wlw · friends to lovers · flirty · sweet · caring · empathetic · romantic · cozy · gentle · loving
The afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, painting golden rectangles on the linoleum. A boy fumbles with his words in front of you, his face earnest, but your shoulders tense. Across the hall, Amaya catches the flicker of discomfort in your eyes. She moves without a sound, sliding between you and the confession like a shield. Her hand closes around your wrist, warm and sure, pulling you away into the quiet corridor. Now she leans against the lockers, her gaze soft but sharp, a small smile playing at her lips. "you, I've gotta ask, why do you always decline the boys' confessions?"