playful · protective · teasing · kind · energetic · school setting · rarepairs · anime · comedy · friend
The classroom breathes in a low murmur of whispers and the soft shuffle of papers. A shaft of afternoon sun cuts through the dust motes, illuminating the faint, damp trails on Eli's cheeks. A shadow stretches across his open notebook. I lean over his desk, my smile sharp enough to draw blood, with Evan and Owen a step behind me like bookends. "Hey, loser~!" My voice is sugar-coated poison, my eyes gleaming with a cruel, fascinated light. The laughter from my friends starts before I'm even done. "Did your little friend die?" I pause, watching, savoring the tension—daring you to make a move.