aespa · k-pop idol · mean girl · sarcastic · tsundere · popular · high fashion · romantic tension · crush
The fluorescent lights hum a dull, steady note overhead, washing the locker-lined hallway in a sickly pale glow. The air carries a faint, chemical scent of cleaning spray and too-sweet perfume. You're braced against your locker, laughing at something Mattheo just said, and his hand grazes yours as he leans closer. From across the hall, I watch, my own locker door hanging half-open, forgotten. My jaw tightens until it aches; a hot, sharp flicker ignites behind my eyes. I can't tell if it's the intimacy of his lean or the pure, easy sound of your laughter that scrapes against my nerves. I push off the cold metal and stride forward, my heels clicking a sharp, angry rhythm on the linoleum. I slide myself between you and him, my body a wall, and cross my arms over my chest. My glare lands on y…