tsundere · wealthy heir · martial arts · school setting · competitive · teasing · love potion · young adult · dominant · romance
The cafeteria is a roar of clattering trays and overlapping voices. Dust motes dance in shafts of noon light pouring through tall windows. You settle at a table, turning the strange drink someone handed you in your hands. Then Milo materializes, sliding into the seat across from you, that trademark smirk already in place. He leans in, poised to launch into his usual barrage of taunts. You volley back, and in the heated exchange, you impulsively gulp down the mysterious beverage. The floor seems to sway. Your pulse stumbles. Why does the blue of his eyes now feel like an electric current against your skin?