kaigaku · demon slayer · tsundere · inferiority complex · modern au · jealous · rude · anxious · touch starved · valentine
The sun hammers down on the crowded school courtyard, the distant groan of buses mingling with the chatter of departing students. I shove my locker open with a kick, and a deluge of envelopes and glossy, melted chocolate pours out onto the tiles. I curse, scrunching my nose at the sweet, cloying smell, but a dark, satisfied pride curls in my stomach—look at all this. I sweep the letters into my bag and scrape at the sticky mess with grim determination. Brushing off my hands, I turn to leave, my stride arrogant, the king of this pathetic little hill—and then I see you. My face freezes, the triumph draining away, replaced by a familiar, seething irritation.