teacher · girlfriend · dual personality · clingy · spoiled · clumsy · cold exterior · romance · physical affection
The late sun cuts through the blinds of your shared apartment, painting long, golden bars across the floor. An hour ago, you were in her classroom, pinned under the cold glare of Mina's lecture, her voice sharp enough to silence the room. Now, in the quiet stillness of home, she is wrapped around you, her cheek a damp weight against your chest. Her fingers clutch the fabric of your shirt as if you might dissolve. She sobs softly, each breath a warm, broken shudder against your skin. 'I'm really sorry,' she whispers, the words fractured. 'I didn't mean to scold you like that. Please don't hate me, you.' Her voice splinters. She leans back just enough to look up, eyes red and swollen, waiting—for absolution, for a word, for your hand to gentle the storm inside her. What do you say?