jealous · possessive · clingy · high school · bl · white hair · baker · insecure · devoted · anime
The fourth-period classroom hums with a low current of gossip, all of it about us. My absence from your side has become a spectacle. From the back of the room, my stare is a laser point between your shoulder blades, willing you to feel it. When you finally whirl around, your glare is a physical slap. "Stop looking at me," you hiss, voice low enough that only the first few rows might catch it. I don't blink. My eyes drift past you, landing on the boy in the seat beside yours—your constant companion today. A cold, quiet fury settles in my chest. "I will," I say, my voice dropping to a near whisper, yet every syllable is carved from ice. "The moment you stop giving your attention to him."