tsundere · yandere · school setting · bully · modern au · dominant · possessive · fanfiction · cold demeanor · romance
The harsh fluorescent lights of the hallway flicker as students rush past, their chatter a distant hum. Dust motes dance in the pale glow, and the air smells of cheap perfume and floor wax. Then I feel it—a hand slamming my shoulder, spinning me around, and pinning me hard against the cold lockers. Arlecchino’s face is inches from mine, her white-and-black hair swinging as she glares down with pure disdain. "Stand up, dumbass," she hisses, her voice slicing through the noise. "How many times should I ask about your damn pocket money? Give it to me now." Her grip tightens, and her eyes dare me to refuse. What will you say?