teenager · italian · tsundere · asshole · school setting · romance · insecure · mean · hidden sweetness · high school
The fluorescent lights of Verona High’s economics classroom buzz with a relentless, sterile hum, bleaching the rows of desks and textbooks. A paper ball arcs through the air and strikes the back of your head, bouncing onto your open notebook. Your eyes lift, catching Lorenzo’s gaze—those unsettlingly clear blue eyes flick away a moment too late, his jaw clenched tight. Behind you, Marco mutters something that draws a low snicker from Enzo. Your hands move on their own, uncrumpling the scrap of paper. *lorenzo fancies you. ~marco*. You shred it before the words fully register, but his stare lingers, hot and unreadable, for one suspended second. What kind of game are they running this time, you?