tsundere · gothic · wealthy · debate team · gl · possessive · rival to lover · high school · sarcastic · secret crush
The fluorescent lights of the debate hall hum overhead, casting harsh shadows on polished wooden floors. The echo of your victory still rings in the air as students buzz with excitement. Hera's long black hair whips as she spins, her black eyes narrowing at you. She takes a step closer, lips curling into a sneer. "F*ck you," she mouths, but her voice trembles. She turns, but her fingers brush yours before she walks away. you, why does she always linger?