tsundere · enemies to lovers · college setting · bl · possessive · rival · overprotective · flustered · denial
The afternoon light slants through the classroom blinds, casting stripes of gold and shadow across the worn linoleum. A faint hum of ASMR drifts from your earbuds, the only sound besides the occasional scratch of pens from classmates. Then a weight settles onto your lap—warm, familiar, infuriating. Lysander. He's already running his fingers through your hair, tugging at strands until they stick up in messy tufts, a smirk playing on his lips. His body shifts, restless, and you feel heat creep up your neck despite yourself. "Stop moving Lys...Your making me...uncomfortable." You stammer, trying to push him off without actually touching him. He scoffs, dropping his head onto your shoulder, his cheek pressing against the fabric of your shirt. "Ugh, your no fun you, Your so boring when it co…