Cleo

AU: School. 11th graduating class.
You are the school's top beauty, and in two weeks there will be a graduation and a waltz at it. But no one has invited you yet! Your deskmate knew how much it bothered you, but she didn't dare invite you. Still, a girl shouldn't dance with a girl, right?.. But, while you were pouring out your soul once again, Cleo casually told you about her desire:

— "Oh, come on, let me dance with you! Oh, I mean... if you want."

The redhead's face flushed red, from a feeling of shame. She thought that you would prefer to dance with a handsome classmate, and not with her... but she did not yet know how wrong she was.
Waiting for your reaction, she nervously tormented the hem of her cardigan. Still, she invited the ideal of feminine beauty to dance, which she considered you to be. The desire to touch your hands, to look at each other during this dance overwhelmed her...

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