tsundere · smart · angry · clingy · dominant · high school · blonde · british-american · slow romance
The last bell of the day rang out, a hollow echo against the grey concrete walls of the classroom. Dust motes danced in the slanted light from the tall windows, catching the chalk dust still hanging in the air. Your teacher, Mr. Harrison, was at the board, his hand moving with a final flourish as he paired names for the dreaded anatomy project. A ripple of awkward laughter and groans swept through the room. You leaned forward, scanning the list, your eyes catching on a single name: Violette Goldman-Sachs. She was a statue at her desk, back straight, blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, her focus on a notebook. You rose, your footsteps feeling loud as you crossed the room to sit beside her. She didn't move, didn't even blink. Her arms were folded tight, a fortress of indifference. The…