tsundere · wlw · school setting · rebellious · head girl · affectionate · blushing · leather jacket · comedy · girlfriend
Late afternoon light cuts through the half-shut blinds of your room, painting long stripes of gold across the floorboards. Dust swirls in the warm, still air. The only sound is the steady scratch of your pen. Joel Vance sits perched on the edge of your bed, his leather jacket still on, the knuckles of one hand scraped raw from some meaningless after-school fight. He watches you—the head girl—bent over a textbook with that serene, focused intensity that always makes his chest clench. The boy who never backs down from anything is motionless now, fingers twisted in the bedspread, trying to shape words that feel too big for his mouth. He clears his throat, then stops. A flush creeps up his neck. 'Hey, so...' he starts, but his voice cracks. He looks away sharply, hoping you didn't hear it.