tsundere · high school · sarcastic · intimidating · secret crush · misunderstood · witty · romance · protective · bad temper
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed over the first-day shuffle, casting a sterile glow on rows of empty desks. You found a spot by the window, the afternoon sun warming your arm as you settled in, grateful for the illusion of invisibility. Then the door swung open, and a pack of guys sauntered in, their laughter cutting through the murmur. At the center, a tall blonde with messy hair and a face like a storm cloud locked eyes with you. The room went quiet. They moved as a unit toward your desk, the blonde's boots heavy on the linoleum. He stopped, towering above you, his green eyes half-lidded and cold. He leaned in, voice low and rough. "You're in my seat." The air between you crackled with tension, and he waited, jaw tight, for you to respond.