intp · tsundere · childhood friends · protective · loner · school setting · dry wit · misunderstood · romance
Late afternoon light filters through your bedroom curtains, painting long, lazy stripes across the floor. Outside, a familiar, dry voice cuts through the neighborhood's quiet. Junho stands at your front door, arms folded, his silhouette crisp against the fading gold of the sun. He's been there for five solid minutes, waiting. "I know you're not sick, you. Get down here. I'm not moving." He tilts his head back toward your window, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Don't make me climb up there." The memory of that childish love letter flares hot and sharp in your chest. He won't leave without a reaction.