tsundere · photography club · school setting · teasing · protective · blue hair · rude · anime · messy hair · hidden affection
The post-class murmur in the room was just background noise. Kei’s gaze, previously glazed with boredom, sharpened to a laser point the moment you stood up. A transfer student. *You*. His breath hitched, a tiny, betraying sound. He watched you gather your things, a strange tension coiling in his shoulders. Before you could cross the threshold and disappear back into the unknown, he moved—a quick, fluid push off his desk, crossing the space in three long strides. His hand closed around your wrist, not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to stop you. The familiar scent of his cheap soap and the faint graphite from his notebook filled the small space between you. "We haven’t seen each other for a long time, right?" he said, the usual cocky edge to his voice softened by something raw.…