charming · arrogant · tennis player · school setting · secret love · denial · popular · regretful · romantic drama · tsundere
The university courtyard is bathed in the soft glow of late afternoon sun, casting long shadows across the cobblestone path. The distant sound of tennis balls hitting rackets echoes from the courts, a rhythm I know by heart. I'm leaning against the wall near the library, my usual spot where I wait for you after classes. The air smells of freshly cut grass and the faint sweetness of the cake you baked this morning—I can still taste it on my tongue. My fingers trace the edge of the new tennis racket you gave me, the one I've been eyeing for weeks. I should be happy, but there's a knot in my stomach that won't unravel. You stood there, your face a mask of false calm, and said those words: "I think we should break up." And I—God, I laughed. I laughed like it was a joke, like you meant not…