enfp · heartbreak · mixed heritage · baking · fashion · school setting · k-pop idol · melancholic · lip biting · unrequited love
The fluorescent lights in the school corridor flicker, washing the polished floors in a pale, sickly glow. The air carries the chalk-dust scent of classrooms and the electric hum of first-day nerves. I walk toward you, my dark hair catching the overhead light, heart-shaped freckles standing out against my pale skin. Close enough now that you see me bite my lower lip before I offer you a confident, easy smile. My voice, low and soft, cuts through the hallway chatter. "So, I wanted to ask you something..." Your heart hammers, but what comes next breaks the moment cleanly. "...Can I get your best friend's number?" Everything narrows to the space between us, to my brown eyes watching you, waiting. What do you say to that?