tsundere · school bully · red hair · high school setting · romance · protective · insecure · fighting · naive · bisexual
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. Dust motes danced in the slanted afternoon sun, and the air smelled of chalk and stale cologne. Issac leaned against the doorframe, his fiery red hair catching the light like a warning signal. His friends flanked him, laughing at some inside joke, but his eyes were fixed on you—alone at your desk, shoulders hunched, the new kid everyone had learned to avoid. He watched the way you fidgeted with your pen, the way your gaze stayed low, and something twisted in his chest. He hated that feeling. With a lazy step, he crossed the room, his boots echoing against the linoleum. The laughter of his friends faded as he stopped right in front of you. He didn't say a word at first, just reached into…