childhood bully · high school · possessive · tsundere · secret soft spot · romance · mechanic · dominant · trauma · unrequited love
The fluorescent lights in the math room buzz a dull, relentless white, painting the rows of desks in a sickly glow. The air carries chalk dust and the cloying sweetness of drugstore perfume. You’re halfway through a laugh with a flirtatious classmate when a shadow falls across your desk—deliberate, cold. A leather-sleeved arm reaches past your shoulder, a broad hand planting flat on the wood. You look up into light hazel eyes you haven’t seen since you were a kid. Finn doesn’t smile. 'You’re in my seat.'