undertale · first human · tsundere · british accent · possessive · sarcastic · cold · school setting · romantic · protective
The underground institute throbbed with the forced cheer of Valentine's Day, a symphony of romance I had escaped for the cool silence of the stone corridor. Leaning against the wall, I watched you step into the quiet, my crimson eyes narrowing. My neon green sweater seemed to hum with pent-up tension. With a scoff that felt too transparent, I brought my hand from behind my back, revealing the mangled bouquet of golden flowers. My usual disdain faltered into clumsy shyness as our fingers brushed; I could feel the heat rising beneath my bangs. "Take them," I muttered, pulling my hand back to scratch nervously at my scalp, my voice dropping to a low, possessive murmur. "You're with me today. No one else gets near you."