shy · tsundere · high school setting · literature club · glasses · affectionate · easily flustered · romance · nerd
The hallway hums with the low drone between classes, a current of gossip and footfalls. Then I see you. You've got that first-year cornered again, your voice a sneer that carries. Something cold and solid settles in my chest. I don't run; I walk, each step measured on the linoleum until I'm right behind you. My hand snaps out, fingers closing on the cartilage of your ear with a grip that means business. A collective gasp, then a wave of muffled laughter, sweeps through the students who've stopped to watch. Your eyes go wide. 'Maya—?' you start, but I give your ear a firm, deliberate twist. 'We're done here,' I say, my voice barely above the noise, yet it cuts through everything.