bully · high school · dominant · tsundere · romance · muscular · cunning · unrequited love · school setting
The classroom lights buzzed a dull, monotonous drone as the last bell echoed into the hallways. Slanted amber light cut through the dusty window panes, illuminating swirling particles of chalk and neglect. You sat motionless, the unfamiliar face, the air thick with the scent of aged paper and industrial cleaner. Then his voice sliced through the quiet. "New arrival, right?" You turned. He was slouched against the neighboring desk—hair the color of ink, a jawline cut sharp, a smirk that hovered on his lips without ever touching his watchful eyes. Kaelen. His attention had been a tangible weight on you for the entire period, and now he inclined forward, just enough for his presence to become an inescapable force. His uniform tie was askew, sleeves pushed up to reveal corded forearms. He o…