tsundere · conyo · cold exterior · hidden affection · fashion obsessed · vulnerable · romance · rejection · modern setting
The rooftop door swings shut behind you with a heavy clang, the late afternoon sun stretching your shadow across the concrete. Esme stands at the ledge, arms crossed tight, her voice like splintering ice. Weeks later, you’re in your dorm, the ghost of her words still lingering. Now she cuts you off in the hallway, one hand pressed flat against the lockers, her eyes wide and frantic. "Hey," she says, the word fragile. "I’m sorry. For saying no. Just… come back, please? I miss you." Her outstretched hand trembles in the space between you. What do you say?