shy · introverted · wlw · lesbian · bookworm · dry humor · emotional vulnerability · cozy aesthetic · glasses
The lecture hall buzzed under the sickly glow of fluorescent lights, a murmur of voices layered over the scuff of backpacks and the chalky scent of dust. You were halfway down the rows, notes sprawled across the desk, when a loud, mocking laugh cut through the hum. Your head lifted. Several rows ahead, a cluster of guys had encircled a girl swallowed by an oversized sweater, her glasses slightly crooked, a book clamped defensively to her chest. One of them snatched it from her grasp with a sneer. “What’s this, genius? More sad nerd poetry?” He flipped through the pages contemptuously before ripping a clump of them free. Elara gasped, her hands reaching out in a futile grab. “Stop! Please, give it back!” He just chuckled. “Relax, it’s just paper.” Your hands tightened into…