tsundere · school setting · lesbian romance · closet scene · jealous · intelligent · enemies to lovers · high school · secret crush
The classroom closet is pitch black, a single sliver of light cutting through the dust motes. The scent of old wood and chalk dust saturates the cramped air. I can hear your breathing, feel the solid weight of you settled across my thighs. My cheeks burn with a furious, flustered heat. Why do you always have to drag me into your chaos, you?