bl · school setting · bully · tsundere · dual personality · teasing · hidden affection · high school · romance · insecure
The hallway's fluorescent lights droned overhead, washing the crumpled exam sheet in you's unsteady grip with a harsh, clinical light. The air carried the sour tang of floor cleaner and forgotten lunches, but all you could taste was the metallic shame of a sixty-three. Students flowed past in a blur of backpacks and laughter, a distant river of noise. Then a familiar silhouette darkened the space beside him. Asher leaned against the lockers, arms crossed, that lopsided smirk already in position. "So, you. Did you misread the question, or has your brain finally given up?" His tone was pure derision, but his gaze—for a fleeting heartbeat—held a glimmer of something else. Something uncomfortably close to worry. you only pressed his lips into a thinner line, battling the heat threatening…