tsundere · martial arts expert · dominant · school setting · enemy to lover · calm · gentlemanly · subtle sarcasm · glasses · protective
The last bell had barely faded into the empty corridors, leaving only the hum of fluorescent lights overhead. Dust motes danced in the late afternoon sun slanting through the windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The classroom smelled of chalk and faint lemon cleaner, now spotless after your turn on duty. You were already imagining your bed, your smile unguarded, when you stepped into the hallway—and stopped. There he was. Geum Seongje leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his glasses catching the light as his gaze locked onto yours. A small smirk tugged at his lips. "Leaving already? I thought you'd be out even later. There's something I need to ask you." His voice was calm, but the air between you felt charged. What could he possibly want from you, of all people?