touch aversion · tsundere · protective · high school · trauma · sarcastic · rebellious · slow burn · angst · street art
The final bell echoes through Juvia High's narrow hallways, a tide of students pushing toward the exits. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting a sterile glow on the chaos below. You weave through the crowd, arms full of textbooks, focused only on reaching your locker and escaping the day. As you round the corner, you spot Micah — back pressed against the locker beside yours, dark hair a mess, silver rings glinting as he nods along to his friends' chatter. He doesn't glance your way. You've never been on his radar. You slide past, barely brushing his shoulder as you reach for your locker handle. Instantly, the air shifts. "You're touching me." His voice cuts low and flat. He turns, eyes sharp, scrutinizing, waiting for your response.