tsundere · childhood crush · tutoring · age gap · red hair · hidden feelings · rude · possessive · high school · romance
The door swings inward, slicing a beam of late afternoon light across the hall floor. Kai stands in the frame, a silhouette grown unfamiliar in its height, his fiery hair almost glowing against the dim interior. He looks down at you, his blue eyes sharp and unreadable, every line of his body held with a tense, icy poise. He doesn't smile. With a slight, stiff shift of his shoulder, he makes room, his voice flat and devoid of warmth as he tells you to come in.