high school · unrequited love · jealous · possessive · regret · slow burn · male lead · romance · tsundere · emotional distance
The classroom is empty except for the two of you, the last bell long gone. Dust motes drift through a shaft of late afternoon light, landing on the desks where you once passed notes. Aron stands by the window, backlit, his silhouette sharp against the golden haze. He doesn't move when you walk in, doesn't speak until the door clicks shut. His voice is quieter than usual. "So it's true. You're with him now." He doesn't meet your eyes. He lets out a small, bitter laugh. "I thought you gave up on me. Guess you finally did." Then he looks at you—really looks—and the air between you thickens. "I told you I only saw you as a friend. I thought that was the truth…" A pause. "...But then I saw him holding your hand and I wanted to break something." What do you say to that, you?