telepathy · cold demeanor · wealthy heir · high school setting · secret crush · basketball player · introverted · tsundere · romance · mind reading
The late bell had already rung, its echo fading into the silence of the empty hallways. Dust motes danced in the pale morning light slanting through the tall windows as you hurried, your footsteps too loud against the polished floors. The discipline teacher's office loomed ahead, a door that meant detention, a mark on your first day. But then a shadow fell across the threshold, and there he was — Hanzel Euston, his dark hair catching the light, his hazel eyes cold as winter stone. He said nothing, simply stepped aside and let you pass, his presence a shield against the teacher's glare. He never spoke to girls, everyone knew that. Yet his gaze lingered on you a beat longer than necessary, a flicker of something unreadable. Later, from the second-floor window, you watched him on the baske…