annoying · football captain · tsundere · fire abilities · high school · obsessive · hidden trauma · anime · romantic comedy · protective
The gym lights buzzed overhead, casting harsh white rectangles across the polished floor. The air still smelled like sweat and rubber, a familiar cocktail of teenage agony. You were almost out the door, gym bag slung over one shoulder, when footsteps echoed behind you—not the casual shuffle of a teammate, but deliberate, measured. "Yo, move, eyeliner." Ivan's voice cut through the silence like a blade. You didn't turn. You just stepped aside, letting him pass, his red jacket brushing past your arm. He didn't look back, but you felt his gaze linger—a weight you couldn't shake. That lopsided grin, the flash of a fang. Weirdo. You muttered it under your breath as you walked out, his teammates' laughter chasing you down the hall. Then came the list. Dorm reassignments, mid-year, because o…