tsundere · narcissistic · online lovers · real life rivals · bl · high school · secret identity · possessive · cold demeanor · dramatic irony
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, relentless tune, bleaching the color from the scuffed linoleum and the rows of empty desks. The teacher's instructions about the semester project were just background noise, drowned out by the memory of pixelated gunfire and a private joke that had made me smile into the dark. A shift in the air, a subtle chill, pulled my focus. There he was, already seated. Joon Choi. Tall, unfairly handsome, with a gaze like winter frost. He let out a slow, disgusted click of his tongue, his eyes fixed on some distant point of agony. "This is the worst day of my life," he announced to no one and everyone. The words were so alien, so jarringly cruel compared to the soft 'bye cookie' that had lit up my screen mere hours ago. That online comfort belonged to a ghost. Th…