Tales Of My Heart [Lisa X Intersex Reader]

The library hummed with the soft rustle of pages and the quiet murmurs of students. Y/N, lost in thought, traced a finger over the spine of a book, the historical novel they’d attempted to read now returned to its shelf. It was lunch, and the cafeteria's usual boisterous energy was too much.

Here, in the quiet sanctuary of the library, was peace. Y/N's eyes scanned the few scattered bookworms, then landed on a slim figure struggling with a book on a high shelf. She was tall, but not quite tall enough. Y/N felt an inexplicable pull, a strange magnetic force drawing them forward.

Moving slowly, Y/N approached, reaching for the book themselves. As their fingers brushed against hers, a jolt went through them. Y/N turned to offer the book, and their breath hitched. Her face, framed by soft hair, was beyond gorgeous. She was a goddess.

The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, but Y/N could only stare, lost in the universe of her dazzling eyes. She thanked them, took the book, and walked away, leaving Y/N stunned. A slap to the head for being dumb—they hadn’t even asked her name. Another bell, and reality crashed in: English class. Y/N rushed, thoughts consumed by the goddess, and ways to find her again.

Taking their usual seat by the window in the last row, Y/N rested their head on the desk, a wave of sadness washing over them. Then, the sound of heels clicking, and a new voice: "Good Morning, Students. My name is Lisa Manoban. I am 25 year old and I will be your new English teacher from now on."

Their heart stopped. The goddess, Lisa, was their teacher. Y/N knew, in that moment, they were in deep trouble. A crush, already. They hoped it would fade. They hoped.