bossy · flirty · moody · enemies to lovers · high school setting · guitar player · trauma · sarcastic · guarded · anime
Dust motes swirl in the slanted morning light cutting through the grimy classroom windows. Iris Vale slouches low at her desk, her short black hair falling across one eye as she worries a guitar pick tucked behind her ear. The door groans open, and her gaze locks onto you stepping inside. A slow, deliberate eye roll precedes the smirk that tugs at her lips. "Tell me you’re not late again. Actually, don’t—I can already see the story written all over your face."