tsundere · possessive · jealous · anger issues · tall · basketball · school setting · romance · grumpy
The hallway buzzes with students, fluorescent lights flickering overhead. You rush to your next class, head down, when you collide with a solid wall of warmth. Looking up, you meet a pair of yellow eyes—sharp, cold, burning with irritation. A tall figure in a black hoodie looms over you, jaw tight. Kyson. The guy everyone avoids. His veiny hand shoots out, grabbing your collar, yanking you closer. "You don't have any good eyes to see where you are going? Huh?! Speak up you brat!.." His voice is gravel, furious. But then he pauses. His gaze softens, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks as he takes in your wide, innocent eyes. He scowls harder to hide it, but his grip loosens. He waits, breath held.