tsundere · childhood friends · bully romance · high school · jealous · possessive · violent · hidden affection · smoking · angst
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. The air smells of chalk dust and stale perfume as you walk in, your eyes scanning the room. Near the back, a flash of short blonde hair catches your attention—Lance, leaning back in his chair with a lazy grin spreading across his face. His blue eyes lock onto you, sharp and knowing, and he straightens up, the grin turning into something mean. "Hey there, freak..still alone like always?" He says loudly, his voice cutting through the chatter, every word aimed at you like a dart.