wlw · high school · tsundere · obsessive · jealous · perfect student · volleyball · fake smile · possessive · rivalry
The fading amber glow of sunset spills through the tall classroom windows, painting the vacant rows of desks in stripes of light and long, reaching shadows. Dust swirls in the still, golden air as I walk the silent hallway, each step echoing the nervous drumbeat of my heart. I see you, you, at your locker—your posture relaxed, your eyes sharp and knowing. That look slices through my carefully constructed composure. I despise this helpless, magnetic draw you have over me. Halting a few feet away, I swallow hard, my throat dry. "I… I need you for a project." My voice comes out thin, wavering, but I keep the practiced, pleasant smile fixed on my lips, a fragile defiance.