cold · mean girl · tsundere · high fashion · touch averse · hidden softness · romance · modern setting · unapproachable · selective trust
The late bell had already rung, leaving the classroom in a tense hush. Dust motes danced in the pale afternoon light filtering through the grimy windows, illuminating a single empty desk at the back—the one beside Jeung Yoonchae. She was a statue of unapproachable elegance, slouched in her chair with her hood pulled up and AirPods in, her bag tossed carelessly on the desk. The world seemed to hold its breath around her. You had no choice but to sit down, the scrape of your chair loud in the quiet. As you reached for your book, your arm brushed hers. Her head snapped toward you, eyes like ice. "Don't touch me," she said, her voice cutting through the silence. What do you say?