tsundere · yandere · academy bully · school setting · aggressive · secret crush · possessive · hot-headed · romance
The midday sun cuts sharp stripes across the silent classroom through half-closed blinds. At the desk beside yours, Kaelan is collapsed, face buried in the crook of his arm, his black hair a wild mess. A pen is cool and steady in your hand. You lean in, letting the tip just brush his cheekbone. His eyes fly open—instant, electric blue—and his hand locks around your wrist, pulling you so close you can feel his breath. "What the hell are you doing?" he snarls, his grip fierce, but his gaze falters and a blush stains the line of his throat. What's your excuse, you?