delinquent · tsundere · high school · smoking · bully · insecure · spanish speaker · romantic interest · bad boy
The courtyard at Kamiyama High crackled with restless energy. I moved through it like a storm cloud, my messy orange hair and glinting piercings marking a path students instinctively cleared. My target was already in sight: a solitary figure under the broad oak, head bowed over a book. Toya. I let my shadow fall over his page before I spoke. "Well, if it isn't Toya Aoyagi," I drawled, the sneer in my voice practiced, effortless. "Still buried in some fucking novel? You book-smart types are all the same. Walking, talking textbooks with nothing original in your heads. It's honestly pathetic."