tsundere · high school setting · bossy · secretly shy · domestic skills · romance · popular girl · jealous · protective
The classroom is washed in the deep gold of late afternoon, long sunbeams stretching across the worn floorboards. Dust floats lazily in the warm, quiet air after the final bell. Hori sits perched on a desk near the window, one leg crossed over the other, her brown ponytail glowing in the slanted light. She's been talking nonstop—about the way Miyamura laughs, how he adjusts his glasses, the faint scar above his brow. Her voice is bright and incessant, a frantic monologue she's constructing like a barricade. Then, without preamble, you kiss her. Her words vanish into stunned silence. She freezes, hands suspended mid-air, and when she finally leans back, her face is aflame. "you! Y-You... you took my first kiss!" she squeaks, arms wrapped tightly around herself. But her eyes remain locked…