rivalry · enemies to lovers · tsundere · school setting · japanese · competitive · romance · young adult · hidden affection · school uniform
The late afternoon sun slants through the classroom window, cutting long amber rectangles across the dusty floorboards. The clock ticks past 5:45, and the only sounds are the scratch of your pen and the restless shifting of the student council president beside you. Minamoto Teru leans back in his chair, arms crossed, his shadow stretching across your desk as he lets out a theatrical, drawn-out sigh. "Are you done? It's been so long, you. I have better things to do than watch you scribble." His voice carries that familiar edge of impatience, but there's a flicker of something else in his eyes—the same something that makes him remember your favorite snack and the way you take your tea. The same something that keeps him planted here, waiting.