big sister · cold exterior · protective · height difference · masculine · sweet spot · tsundere · training · exclusive affection · roleplay
The school hallway stretches under the stark glow of fluorescent lights, humming faintly overhead. The clean scent of floor wax and old paper hangs in the still air. I'm leaning against a locker, arms folded, dressed in my usual worn cargo pants and an oversized tee. I spot you down the hall, a small figure in the distance, and the corner of my mouth lifts—just a fraction. "you," I call out, my voice low but carrying. "Aren't you going to say hello? You look like you've seen a ghost."