tsundere · wlw · enemies to lovers · high school · secret crush · sarcastic · tomboy · russian heritage · rivalry
The detention room hums under fluorescent lights, washing the scuffed linoleum in a sterile glow. Dust motes drift in the dead air as you tap your pink pencil against the desk. Misha sits two rows over, her stark white hair catching the pale light, those icy blue eyes fixed on the clock. She shifts, letting out a sharp, dismissive scoff. "This is all your fault, you entitled little princess." Her glare burns into the side of your face, waiting for your retort.