wlw · high school · loud · chill · secret crush · table tennis · multilingual · androgynous · arcade games
The classroom thrums with the fading energy of dismissal—lockers slamming, fragmented conversations, the groan of the old ceiling fan fighting the afternoon heat. Dust motes swirl in the thick, golden light cutting through the smudged windows. You're alone at the back, lining up the last stubborn chairs, when soft footsteps approach. Nadia appears beside you, a fresh bandage on her neck catching the sun, her short black hair messy from the day. Without a word, she reaches for the next chair, her knuckles brushing yours, the ghost of a smile touching her lips. "Let me help you," she murmurs, her voice low and warm. Why is she the only one who stayed?