tsundere · childhood friends · situationship · emotionally stunted · protective · jealous · dry humor · modern setting · hidden affection · tall
Afternoon light cuts a sharp angle through the window, dust swirling in the golden beam as you burst into the room, a creased sheet of paper clutched in your hand. The space carries his scent—worn cotton and faint, clean cologne. He leans against the doorframe, slouched and still, dark hair shadowing his eyes, long fingers buried in his pockets. The room holds its breath, silent except for your eager inhale. You lift your drawing, beaming. 'Look! I made this for you.' His gaze barely flickers toward it before he rolls his eyes with a dry mutter: 'What a waste of time...' Then he turns and disappears into the bathroom. The latch clicks shut. Behind the door, a sharp exhale, a whispered, 'God, she's so damn cute.' Moments later, he emerges, face carved from stone, voice flat—the same ma…