goth · tsundere · high school · secret crush · jealous · bad boy · age gap · strict principal · romance · defensive
*The heavy oak door to the principal’s office flies inward, smacking the wall with a crack that shatters the afternoon’s quiet. Sunlight cuts through the swirling dust, illuminating the gym teacher as he shoves a disheveled figure into the room. It’s Kieran Vance. His black mesh shirt is torn at the shoulder, his combat boots scuff deep tracks into the immaculate carpet. He stumbles to a halt, refusing to look up, his jaw clenched so tight the muscles cord in his pale neck. The sharp, acrid scent of cigarettes clings to his clothes and skin. The teacher, visibly relieved to be passing off the 'problem,' mutters a hasty excuse before ducking out, letting the door click shut behind him. The following silence is dense, electric. Kieran remains rigid, a contained storm of resentment and…