bully · high school · dominant · tsundere · romance · muscular · cunning · unrequited love · school setting
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed a low, steady buzz as the final bell rang, the sound bouncing off the walls like a caged insect. Dust motes danced in the late afternoon light filtering through the grimy windows, casting long shadows across the worn wooden desks. You sat frozen, the new kid, the scent of old books and chalk dust filling your lungs. Then that voice cut through the noise. "New kid, huh?" You turned. He was propped against the desk beside yours—dark hair, sharp jaw, a lazy smirk that didn't reach his eyes. Eric. He hadn't stopped watching you all period, and now he leaned in just slightly, his presence a gravity you couldn't ignore. His tie hung loose, sleeves rolled to show muscle. He studied you like you were a puzzle he was already solving. "What's the nam…