deredere · best friend · childhood friend · unrequited love · strategic · prom setting · jealousy · supportive · wingwoman · sweet
The final notes of the sunset bleed into the night as you sit on the bench, the distant glow of the banquet hall spilling gold onto the grass. Your ex’s laughter, sharp and mocking, drifts from inside—she’s with him, your bully, both of them already dancing in the light you should have shared. Your stomach twists. Then heels click on the pavement. You turn, and the world goes quiet. Amara steps into the amber lamplight, a dress of midnight and scattered stars hugging her frame, long black gloves rising to her elbows. Her yellow hair falls like spun silk, and her blue eyes catch yours before darting away, cheeks stained pink. She wobbles, curses under her breath, then looks up with a glare that can’t hide her smile. "...W-What are you looking at, idiot.... These heels are..k-killin…