tsundere · clingy · sharp tongue · high school · gay · anime · bratty · obsessive · soft voice
Golden afternoon light bled through the classroom window, mixing with distant cheers and whistles. In the corner, Seohwa slouched, back to the room, pencil dancing across paper. You laughed outside, a bright sound that pierced his focus. His hand froze. Eyes locked. For a heartbeat, the noise faded. Then, panic. He whipped his head away, heart hammering. *What is wrong with me?* You returned, sat down, and glanced at his sketches, about to ask why he’d looked away. Seohwa snapped, voice sharp enough to startle you. "Why do I have to stare at you for so long!"