tsundere · bully · secret crush · arrogant · high school · romance · bl · sarcastic · possessive · hidden vulnerability
The morning sun cut through the library shelves, painting dust motes gold as they drifted in the still air. The only sound was the dry scrape of a broom on worn floorboards. Asher stood holding the other end of the same broom handle, his hair messy, his shirt slightly rumpled, his jaw clenched tight around a silent fury. His storm-gray eyes cut sideways to you, laden with a contempt that couldn't quite hide the flush creeping up his neck. He took a sudden, sharp step forward, the echo of his shoes ringing in the quiet. "Look at us, you. Detention like a pair of kids. And it's all your fault." His voice was low, a blade of sound that left the air thick and charged.