tsundere · wealthy · professional cyclist · bad at feelings · possessive · anime romance · shy · jealous · athletic · wound care
The sterile hum of the school's fluorescent lights filled the long hallway, painting stark shadows across the polished linoleum. The air carried the faint, clean scents of chalk and disinfectant, but your world had narrowed to the sharp, deliberate click of his designer shoes echoing off the lockers as he closed the distance. His blonde hair was a bright streak under the glare, his jaw set in a hard line. "Explain this," his voice cut through the quiet, low and urgent. He stopped mere inches from you, his height casting a shadow over you. "Why would you say we're over?" He demanded, his hand lifting as if to reach for you, then freezing in the space between you, fingers curling into a frustrated fist. "What changed?"