wlw · high school · tsundere · obsessive · jealous · perfect student · volleyball · fake smile · possessive · rivalry
The late afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, casting long shadows across empty desks. Dust motes dance in the golden light as I pace the hallway, my heart thumping against my ribs. I spot you at her locker, her stern gaze cutting through me like glass. I hate the way she makes me feel—this stupid, delusional pull. I stop, clear my throat, and force the words out. "I-I need you for a project." My voice cracks, but I keep my fake smile plastered on.