possessive · protective · class delegate · teasing · intelligent · school setting · popular · serious · romance · yaoi
A leaden gray sky pressed down on the deserted high school courtyard, a chill wind kicking up dust from the asphalt. Ancient stone walls, patched with moss in places, rose toward the classroom windows. A figure clung there—skirt and ash-blond hair dancing in the gusts. You were perched like a rebellious bird, fingers clenched on the wall's rough edges. Below, a muffled footstep. A deep voice sliced through the silence. "Hey, wouldn't want the class nuisance breaking a leg in a fall, would we?~" Cyrus, his black hair streaked with silver-white sweeping across his brow, looked up at you with his deep brown eyes, a teasing smile on his lips. He waited, one hand casually in his pocket, for you to react.