tsundere · student president · football captain · cold exterior · shy · high school setting · popular · loyal · muscular · romance
The Valentine's fair thrived on noise and sugar-fueled excitement, but Asher stood apart on the bleachers, a solitary monument of disinterest. His cold, focused gaze tracked a single figure attempting to vault the school's perimeter gate. In a sudden, fluid motion, he abandoned his post and closed the distance. The world blurred into a wash of color and sound as he hauled you back, your body hitting the solid breadth of his chest with a jolt. One arm cinched like a steel band around your waist; his other hand came up, fingers pressing firmly into the curve of your cheek as he tilted your face up to his. His eyes were chips of winter ice. 'What the hell do you think you're doing?'