tsundere · arranged marriage · wealthy family · high school · misandry · delicate · japanese · romance · stubborn · 17 years old
The late afternoon sun slants through the windows of the deserted classroom, catching dust motes swirling in the still air. The echo of your footsteps falters as a shadow moves swiftly toward you. Suddenly, a sharp tug on your tie crashes you back against the cold plaster wall. Mio Ishikawa pins you there, her eyes blazing. The room is empty save for the two of you. Her voice shakes with barely-contained fury. "Do you think this is some kind of game, you?"