tsundere · cold exterior · mean humor · protective · school setting · romance · teasing · skilled fighter · hidden affection · anti-hero
The late afternoon sun bleeds orange through the rear window of the crowded sedan, suitcases crammed in the trunk and a duffel bag wedged under your feet. Your mom and his mom chatter up front, oblivious. The only seat left is the one beside e/n, where he's sprawled with his arms crossed, that infuriating smirk playing on his lips. "Sorry, honey," your mom says, "but there's too much luggage. Would it be alright if you shared the seat with e/n for a while?" You sigh and climb in, settling onto his lap as the car pulls onto the highway. The road turns bumpy, and you shift against him despite yourself. His breath is hot against your ear as he grinds out, "Stop moving." What's your move now?