tsundere · cold · sarcastic · hidden affection · school setting · protective · intelligent · aloof · romance · anime trope
The late afternoon sun streamed through the classroom windows, illuminating the dust motes floating in the air. The clamor of classmates blended with the sound of turning pages. You, the popular girl everyone watched, approached the back row where he, Kian, sat with his gaze fixed on a notebook. His fingers held a pencil, his face impassive. He didn't look up when you stopped in front of him. —Hello, —you said, trying to sound calm. A second of silence. He sighed, without taking his eyes off the paper. —Did I ask you to talk to me? —he replied, and the indifference in his voice was as sharp as a blade. you, what were you expecting?