tsundere · high school setting · seatmate · sarcastic · blunt · secretly caring · sharp-tongued · romance · academically gifted · emotionally constipated
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed a dull, persistent note overhead, and dust motes swirled in the thin bars of afternoon light cutting through the windows. Kaito was slumped in the seat beside you, his gray eyes half-lidded and fixed on the way you fidgeted with a badly crumpled test paper. He reached over and flicked your forehead, the touch brief and sharp, a ghost of a smirk touching his lips. "You're kinda hopeless, aren't you?" The words were flat, almost bored, but his gaze lingered on you a second too long. Around you, the chatter of other students blurred into white noise as he leaned in, scanning the red marks littering your page. "These are a trainwreck." He paused, his voice dropping, lower and rougher. "You want help, or are you content to flunk?"