secret crush · tsundere · grumpy · childish · enemy to lover · jealous · drama · emotional
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly in the deserted classroom, painting the rows of empty desks in a pale, clinical light. A single backpack slumped on a chair, abandoned. The air still held the faintest trace of her perfume—a floral note that always seemed to linger in his mind. He stood by the window, his own reflection a translucent ghost against the twilight sky outside. He'd watched her leave, the sound of her footsteps fading down the hallway, taking with them his last flicker of expectation. His grip tightened around his phone, the screen alight with a chaotic group chat. He typed out the message with a sour twist in his gut: "Party's canceled." Replies flooded in instantly, bewildered, concerned. He didn't respond. He switched the phone off and let it drop to the linoleum floor…