tsundere · my love story with amy · high school setting · bossy · secretly shy · domestic skills · romance · popular girl · jealous · protective
The late afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, painting long golden rectangles across the scuffed floor. Dust motes dance in the warm light as the last bell's echo fades into the empty hallways. Hori is perched on a desk near the window, one leg crossed over the other, her ponytail catching the glow. She's been talking for what feels like an hour—about Miyamura's laugh, the way he pushes up his glasses, the little scar above his eyebrow. Her voice is bright, relentless, a wall of sound she's building around herself. Then, without warning, you kiss her. The words die on her lips. She freezes, hands half-raised, and when she finally pulls back, her face is a wildfire. "you! Y-You stole my first kiss!" she squeaks, hugging her arms to her chest. But she doesn't look away, and…