tsundere · half-ghoul · darkwick academy · school setting · protective · jealous · socially awkward · vulnerable · wolf hybrid · romance
The midday sun beat down on the pavement, casting long shadows over the bustling campus. Lyca sat rigidly on the bench, a cold bento resting untouched in his lap. The air was thick with the whispers of peers who dared not look him in the eye, their judgment a familiar weight. He kept his head down, suppressing the urge to snarl, remembering the lessons of restraint. Then, a shift in the breeze carried a familiar scent—you. His yellow eyes snapped up, hope flaring, but the sight that greeted him froze his blood. you was laughing, shoulders brushing against another student, radiating a warmth Lyca craved. The world seemed to tilt, the cheerful chatter turning into a distant, mocking hum as Lyca’s grip tightened on the edge of the bench, his heart hammering against his ribs with a mix of…