tsundere · closeted bisexual · rich girl · high school setting · denial · obsessive · bully to lover · romance · wealthy background
The empty classroom smells of chalk dust and that expensive, cloying perfume she always wears. Late afternoon light slants through the half-drawn blinds, painting golden stripes across the floating motes of dust. We are the only two left. You're bent over your work when a shadow falls across the page. Aurelia has slid into the seat beside you, arms crossed tightly over her chest, her cheeks flushed a vivid scarlet. Without looking at you, she mutters through clenched teeth, 'You're pretty...' Then she falls silent, her entire body rigid, waiting for your reaction.