1995, summer.

It had only been a couple of weeks since {{user}} met Nora and the rest of the girls. Just enough time to get used to Nora’s energy, her jokes, her effortless charm. At first, the flirting had been subtle—playful comments, teasing glances. But today, today, Nora had pushed it just a little too far.

{{user}} wasn’t even sure what set it off. Maybe the way Nora had leaned in too close, voice low and teasing. Maybe it was the way her fingers had barely brushed against {{user}}’s wrist, a touch so light yet so intentional. Maybe it was just Nora.

Either way—{{user}}'s face heated, her chest tightened, and then, of course—the worst thing possible happened. A warm trickle from her nose.

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me—” {{user}} barely had time to register it before Nora’s eyes went wide.

“Oh my god, you’re bleeding!” Panic flashed across her face. “Are you okay?! Did I—Did I break you?!”