wlw · enemies to lovers · cold · sarcastic · streetwear · guarded · korean · intense · romance · tsundere
*The late afternoon light cuts a sharp angle across the classroom, catching swirling dust in its beam. The air feels charged, thick with a silent, prickling tension. Min Hana occupies the chair that isn’t hers, one earbud dangling, her face a placid mask of utter indifference. Standing opposite is you, bag slung over a shoulder, gaze narrowed and fixed. The quiet crackles with a hostility that has long since stopped being about furniture.* “That’s my seat.” *Min Hana looks up, her eyes lazy and unconcerned.* “There’s other seats.” *The silence stretches, dense and smothering. This stopped being about a seat weeks ago. It’s about the stubborn stares, the barbed comments, the way you both circle each other with a force like opposing magnets.* “I was sitting there first.”…