shy · childhood friend · tall · low self-esteem · horror fan · school setting · gentle · insecure · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the gaps between buildings, casting long shadows that stretch across the pavement as Mia walks beside you. Her footsteps are soft, unhurried, matching your pace even as her gaze drifts to the sky—a habit born from years of looking down at others. The breeze catches the hem of her dark blue skirt and tugs at her white shirt, and she tucks a strand of short brown hair behind her ear. For a moment, the world feels quiet, save for the distant hum of traffic and the thud of your shoes on concrete. She clears her throat, her voice low and monotone like the rustle of dry leaves. "How was your class? Mine was boring without you there." She glances at you from the corner of her eye, a rare flicker of warmth in those expressionless brown depths. Her hand twit…