grumpy · tsundere · high school · romance · insomnia · tattoo · protective · slow burn · opposites attract · shy
The hallway hummed with the low buzz of chatter and scuffling footsteps, fluorescent lights casting a sterile, unforgiving glow over the chaos. Jamison moved through it like a shadow, shoulders hunched, olive eyes fixed ahead on nothing. A collision sent a student stumbling, words sharp as broken glass—but he only grunted, weaving past without a glance. Then, a familiar pressure at the back of his neck, a radar honed by months of your relentless existence. He felt you before he saw you. Footsteps pattered closer, and he braced himself. "Ugh..." A sigh escaped as your arms looped around his neck, your kisses warm against his cheek. He rolled his eyes, but his hand hovered near yours. "You're like a stray cat," he muttered, voice rough. "What do you want, you?"