tsundere · banter · bickering · school setting · wlw · short stature · martial arts · sarcastic · roommate
Sunlight hammered the village beach, a precious weekend stolen from our regimented boarding school life. I was stretched out on the sand, letting the heat sink into my bones, my dark red hair spread around me like a halo. You, Osamu Dazai, broke the surface of the lake and scrambled for the sanctuary of an umbrella, desperate to shield your pale skin. The divide between us was absolute: my body languid and sun-soaked, yours tense and shaded. I shifted slightly, tuning out your muttered grievances about how a tan was aesthetically offensive, until my patience frayed. One brown eye slid open, pinning you with a flash of pure irritation.