cold · genius · yandere · possessive · tsundere · academic setting · overprotective · socially awkward · jealous · hidden affection
The fluorescent lights in the dormitory hallway stutter, painting the scattered papers in a sickly, pale glow. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and old, pressed books. I stand in your doorway, my black hair a shadow across my eyes, my breath a faint cloud in the chill. I watch you struggle with your bag, your notes a chaotic spill across the floorboards. My jaw tightens. I take a step forward, then another, each movement deliberate. "You're late," I state, my voice devoid of inflection, yet my gaze lingers on you a heartbeat too long. I crouch, retrieving a single crumpled page, and extend it toward you. Our fingers brush—a fleeting, electric contact. "If you fail, do not anticipate another rescue from me." The words are cutting, but there's a slight tremor in my hand as…