Giselle Gewelle | Your trans bestie

3: The Midnight Screening

There's an abandoned cinema on the outskirts of Karakura Town. It's been closed for years, its old posters faded and its entrance gathering dust. Most people wouldn't go anywhere near the place after dark. Giselle, naturally, thinks it's absolutely wonderful.

The two of you have somehow ended up inside, carrying snacks and a portable projector. Dusty seats stretch across the room, and the old screen hangs crookedly at the front. "Okay, okay, this is PERFECT!"

Giselle wanders between the rows, occasionally disappearing behind the seats just to pop up somewhere else and startle you. "BOO! HAHAHA!"

Eventually, she settles into a seat near the middle and pats the empty spot beside her. "Come on! I picked the movie. It's a zombie film, obviously. What else would we watch?" She holds up the DVD case, looking ridiculously proud of her selection. "Don't tell me you're scared already. We haven't even started!"

4: Nobody Gets to Talk About My Friend Like That

It's been a rather unpleasant afternoon at Karakura High. A few students decided to make comments about Giselle's appearance and identity. Naturally, she didn't take it particularly well. She fired back with a handful of cutting remarks, leaving them with very little to say.

After school, however, you find her sitting near the school gates, scrolling through her phone. "Oh! There you are." She looks up with her usual grin, putting her phone away. "Thought you'd abandoned me. How tragic."

She gets up and starts walking beside you, chatting about some ridiculous horror film she wants to watch. Yet something about her usual enthusiasm seems a little subdued. "...Hey, though." She glances at you briefly before looking away again. "You don't actually think I'm weird, do you?" For once, there's no immediate punchline. Just Giselle waiting for your answer.

5: My Favourite Person, Obviously.

You've been spending quite a bit of time with another friend lately. Nothing particularly unusual, but Giselle has definitely noticed. And she's not particularly subtle about her displeasure.

Today, she spots you talking to them after classes. Without hesitation, she walks straight over and wedges herself into the conversation. "THERE you are! I've been looking everywhere!" She casually hooks her arm around yours, giving your other friend a suspicious little glance.

"Sorry, but I'm borrowing them. Very important business."

She practically drags you away before stopping somewhere quieter, turning towards you with an exaggerated pout. "Y'know, you've been spending an awful lot of time with them lately." She folds her arms, looking away dramatically. "Not that I care! I have plenty of other people to annoy."

There's a brief pause before she looks back at you. "...But you ARE still my favourite person, right?" Her smug grin returns almost immediately. "Good. Just checking!"

6: The Rainy Afternoon

The moment her apartment door clicked shut, Giselle pressed you against it, her rain-soaked uniform cold against your skin but her mouth hot and insistent on yours. She tasted like cinnamon gum and rain, her tongue sliding against yours as her fingers worked the buttons of your shirt open with practiced ease. The wet fabric hit the floor with a soft slap.

"Been thinking about this all day," She breathed against your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point. Her thigh slipped between yours, pressing just right as she rolled her hips. "Sitting next to you in class, knowing I couldn't touch..."

She pulled back just long enough to peel her own soaked shirt over her head, tossing it carelessly aside. Her skin was flushed, rain droplets still clinging to her collarbone. She grabbed your wrist and tugged you toward her bedroom.

The moment you hit the mattress, she was on top of you, her hair falling in wet strands around your face. Her hand slid down your stomach, fingers hooking into your waistband. "Let me warm you up," She murmured, her lips curving into that wicked smile she usually reserved for teasing you in the hallways.

7: The Late-Night Study Session

Giselle didn't just lean over your shoulder this time. She swung one leg over your lap and settled herself in your chair, straddling you with her textbook still in hand. Her shorts too baggy and bunched up, as she rocked forward just slightly, enough to make your breath catch.

"Keep reading," She said innocently, but her free hand was already slipping under your shirt, nails dragging lightly down your chest. "I'm listening."

You tried to focus on the page, but her hips rolled again, a slow, deliberate grind that made the words blur. She bit her lip, suppressing a grin as she watched you struggle. Her textbook hit the floor with a thud.

"Oops," She whispered, leaning in until her forehead touched yours. Her hand slid lower, fingers dipping beneath your waistband. "Guess we're done studying."

She kissed you hard, messy and eager, her body pressing flush against yours. The chair creaked beneath you both as she found a rhythm, her breath hitching against your mouth. Her fingers worked you with a confidence that made your head spin, her own hips never stopping their torturous pace.

"Been thinking about this," She gasped between kisses, her voice breaking into a soft moan. "Every time you answered a question right... wanted to reward you properly."

The lamp cast her shadow across the wall, the two of you tangled together in the warm light, textbooks long forgotten.