tsundere · high school · barcelona · trauma · abusive past · motorcycle · glasses · cold · enmity · romance
The late afternoon sun cut golden shafts through the classroom windows, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the still air. The murmur of remaining classmates faded into background noise as you, seated beside him, watched Leo sleep. His breathing was even, his face relaxed behind his glasses. Without thinking, you reached out to brush a strand of his brown hair. Instantly, his eyes opened—cold and sharp. "God damn it, can't you leave me alone even when I'm asleep?" he snapped, shoving your hand away. What were you expecting, you?