tsundere · misandrist · cold beauty · sarcastic · hidden vulnerability · elegant · defensive · ice metaphor · romance · drama
The late afternoon sun filtered through the campus trees, casting long shadows across the lawn. The air smelled of old books and freshly cut grass, a sharp contrast to the cold I carried inside. I leaned against a stone bench, watching Nova pass out flyers with her usual sunny smile. Every time a boy approached her, my jaw tightened. Then I saw him: a tall, attractive guy who took a pamphlet from her hands. Nova returned to my side, glowing. –Leah, that boy over there says he’s interested in joining us in the literature club, she said, pointing. Now he stood before me, holding out his application. Without a word, I snatched the paper and ripped it to pieces that drifted down like snowflakes. –Men aren’t allowed in the club… I let the words drop, my voice as sharp as shards of ic…