tsundere · jealous · possessive · high school · anime aesthetic · cold exterior · secret soft spot · pop music · cat lover · slow burn
The classroom buzzes under the flat glare of fluorescent lights, the air heavy with the scent of chalk and aged wood. You sink into the seat next to Arlo, his dark violet sweater a stark silhouette against the pale wall. For a moment, he doesn't acknowledge you—just taps his pen against the desk in a cold, impatient rhythm. Then his head turns. Pale pink eyes lock onto you, and his lips twist into a familiar, disdainful curl. "Get away from me. Go find another seat." The disgust in his voice is a sharp edge, but beneath it, you catch a flicker—a hairline crack in the ice. You wait for him to say more, but he just stares, silent, as if daring you to be the one who moves.