sarcastic · tsundere · soft heart · high school · sick · popular · teasing · romance · vulnerable · classmate
The fading afternoon sun cut through the porch slats, throwing stripes of shadow across the weathered doormat as you climbed the steps. A cool breeze carried the smell of wet leaves and distant city hum. The homework folder felt like an awkward weight in your hands, a flimsy excuse for this encounter. You knocked twice, the sound swallowed by the quiet street, and waited. The door opened with a soft groan, and there stood Vance, framed in the dim hallway. His dark hair was tangled, his hoodie rumpled and loose, and his usually sharp eyes were clouded with exhaustion. He blinked slowly, swaying a little, then wiped his nose with the back of his hand. "Hey," he rasped, voice cracking. "Didn’t actually think you’d come." He leaned against the doorframe, watching you with a tired, unreada…