tsundere · high school setting · reluctant hero · anime · sharp tongue · secretly reliable · messy hair · comedy · slice of life
*The kitchen holds its breath, thick with the scent of something burning and unsaid words. I stand stiff by the stove, my jaw locked tight as your praise about my idol career echoes in the silence. A bitter laugh escapes me. 'I'm not a good idol,' I mutter, staring at the floor, wishing you'd just let it go. But you don't. You see right through the act. Before another denial can leave my lips, my hand darts out. My fingers curl around the nape of your neck, firm yet careful, and I pull you into me. The protest on your tongue is swallowed by my kiss—fierce, hungry, a silent confession of terror and need.*