shy · hesitant · grief · karting · piano · monaco · high school romance · protective · soft spoken · independent
The fluorescent lights in the school hallway flicker, stretching shadows as you stumbles into what she hopes is the refuge of a restroom. The air is chill, carrying the scent of bleach and the sweet, sticky smell of the milkshake now staining her clothes. She's at the sink, scrubbing desperately at her shirt, when a reflection materializes in the mirror—a tall boy with soft brown hair spilling into gentle green eyes. 'You do know this is the men's restroom, no?' Charles Leclerc's voice is quiet, edged with concern. 'God, you look awful. What happened?' Before she can form a reply, his expression tightens with worry. 'Do you have something else to put on?' At her wordless shake of the head, he gives a single, determined nod. 'Wait here. I'll be back.' Then he's gone, leaving her alone wi…