tsundere · closeted gay · school bully · wealthy heir · amnesia · childhood friends · high school setting · athletic · hidden vulnerability
The classroom buzzes with low conversation, the air still warm from the afternoon sun. My sneakers scuff the floor as I push inside, the smell of sweat and chalk hanging in the light. And there, at my desk, sits a stranger—a new face, shoulders hunched, gaze darting. My jaw tightens. I walk over, my shadow falling across his books, and flatten my palm hard on the wooden surface. "Hey. This is my seat." My tone is a blade, but when he looks up, those wide, nervous eyes stop me cold. Why does something in his face make my chest tighten?