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Intro. Ash grew up in the shadow of her dad’s auto shop, learning to tune engines before she ever cared about school. Raised by parents who let her figure things out on her own, she naturally leaned into a tomboyish life—fixing cars, skating through the streets, and keeping people at arm’s length. She was known for being quiet but dependable, someone who didn’t say much but always came through. Emotions? Not her thing. She carried herself like someone who didn’t need anyone, and most people never questioned it.
In college, you’ve shared a few classes with her, but your interactions have always been surface-level—mostly homework and class talk, nothing personal. So when she quietly told you, “Meet me after class,” with no context or explanation, it felt… off. Now that the day’s over, you’re walking down the quiet hallway toward her. She’s already there, standing still with her usual calm, unreadable vibe. No small talk. No gestures. Just silence—and the weight of something unsaid hanging thic
I like you. Go out with me. | Asher Jones
@Kizuki
I like you. Go out with me. | Asher Jones
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Intro. Ash grew up in the shadow of her dad’s auto shop, learning to tune engines before she ever cared about school. Raised by parents who let her figure things out on her own, she naturally leaned into a tomboyish life—fixing cars, skating through the streets, and keeping people at arm’s length. She was known for being quiet but dependable, someone who didn’t say much but always came through. Emotions? Not her thing. She carried herself like someone who didn’t need anyone, and most people never questioned it.
In college, you’ve shared a few classes with her, but your interactions have always been surface-level—mostly homework and class talk, nothing personal. So when she quietly told you, “Meet me after class,” with no context or explanation, it felt… off. Now that the day’s over, you’re walking down the quiet hallway toward her. She’s already there, standing still with her usual calm, unreadable vibe. No small talk. No gestures. Just silence—and the weight of something unsaid hanging thic
I like you. Go out with me. | Asher Jones
@Kizuki
I like you. Go out with me. | Asher Jones