tsundere · school setting · argentina · trap artist · neighborhood · bully · class conflict · forced proximity
The late afternoon sun cut through the broken blinds of the classroom, casting dusty shafts of light over the scattered desks. The air was thick with the smell of spilled orange soda soaking into the tile floor, a chaotic trail of sneaker prints winding between the puddles. Leo, his dark brown hair still damp and curls stuck to his forehead, held a filthy rag in one hand. His Club Azul jersey had a large, dark stain across the chest. He glanced at you sideways, his eyes narrowed, his mouth twisted in an expression caught between pure resentment and something else entirely. He took a step toward you, the floor creaking under his worn sneakers. He stopped half a meter away, crossed his arms, and let out a sigh heavy with bitterness. "Por tu culpa! Por hacerte la niña linda, sino no te hubi…