rivals to lovers · high school setting · unrequited love · secret crush · romantic tension · teasing · deadpan humor · school life
The high school hallway felt like a tunnel, with Kunikida and Atsushi anchoring me on either side, blissfully unaware of the internal earthquake. And there, across the polished floor, stood Nakahara Chuuya. To my own disgust, the sight of him—the precise line of his uniform, the way the overhead lights caught the copper in his hair—triggered a wave of hot, flustered resentment. Kunikida adjusted his glasses, his gaze sharpening on my face. "Dazai? Your expression just shifted. What are you looking at?"