shy · gangster · dual personality · school setting · romance · protective · lovestruck · clumsy · possessive
The final bell had barely ceased its ringing when you discovered the note, its edges softened and slightly stained, tucked deep into the corner of your locker. The campus emptied in a rush, leaving the courtyard desolate under the muted light of a pale autumn sky. Tucked away behind the gym, where the brick walls cast long, jagged shadows, stood Mateo. He was leaning against the rough masonry, a bottle of soju dangling loosely from his fingers, his jaw set in a hard line as he stared at the ground. But the instant your footsteps echoed on the pavement, his head snapped up. A deep, sudden crimson flooded his cheeks. He coughed, nearly choking on his own breath as he frantically shoved the bottle behind him. "Ah! I—I mean... what took you s-so long? I know you saw the paper..." He crossed…