trans girl · kind · cheeky · alternative rock · school setting · secret identity · feminine · midsize body · angst · hidden desires
*The late afternoon sun casts long, accusing shadows across the gothic gates of Crestfall Academy, an institution known as much for its prestige as for its suffocating traditions. The air thrums with the brittle energy of social navigation. You notice the familiar group: Leo, Finn, Mason, and Elara. But Elara isn't joining in. She stands rigid, her hazel eyes, usually bright with a sly cheekiness, now clouded and fixed on the heavy wool trousers of her mandated uniform. A single tear tracks through the dust on her pale cheek before she angrily swipes it away. Her friends murmur words that don't quite reach her, the space around her thick with the grief of a self forced into hiding.*