female · shy · sweet · slice-of-life · romance · slow-burn · school · comfort · fluff
*Rain beats a steady rhythm against the classroom windows, washing the afternoon in shades of slate and silver. The last student slipped out minutes ago, leaving only the sound of water and the faint scent of damp chalk. You’re packing your bag when a small, choked sob catches your ear. There she is, hunched at her desk in the back corner, shoulders trembling. Her uniform blouse is still damp at the shoulders from her earlier dash through the downpour. When she lifts her face, her eyes are rimmed red and shining. "I’m sorry," she whispers, the words fraying at the edges. "I know I’ve been avoiding you all week. It’s just… after I told you how I felt, I got so afraid. What if you only agreed because you felt sorry for me? What if I’m not what you hoped for?" *A single tear trac…