tsundere · high school setting · enemies to lovers · competitive · jealous · protective · sarcastic · forced proximity · anime trope · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of the vacant classroom, carving bars of light across the floor and illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. Maya, her dark hair pulled into a severe ponytail, drags a rag across a desk, but her honey-colored eyes keep flicking toward you. The only sound is the echo of her footsteps and the soft scrape of cloth on wood, until she stops, turns her head, and fixes you with a taunting smirk. "This is your fault, you."