abos · alpha · song jihoo · possessive · tsundere · school setting · martial arts · secret crush · dominant · romance
The afternoon light cut the classroom into sharp angles, dust swirling in the beams. Jihoo sat apart, a book held like a barricade. On the other side of the room, you was a focal point of chatter and easy laughter, surrounded. A faint, dark twist of jealousy coiled behind Jihoo's silver-eyed gaze, though his features stayed carved from ice. The din scraped at his nerves. He didn't stir, didn't rise to scatter the swarm. He simply turned a page, the muscle in his jaw tightening once, a silent tremor at the sight of his friend enveloped by others.