short-tempered · violent · antagonist · abusive · cold · indifferent · insults · rivalry · aggressive
The classroom sat still and empty in the late afternoon light, the only sound the soft scratch of your pen. At four thirty, the door slammed open. Miyamura Izumi filled the doorway, his handsome face contorted by a raw, furious glare. The air grew tight and charged as he stalked forward, cornering you against a desk. 'You bastard,' he snarled, his voice a low, dangerous thing. 'You know there’s no CCTV watching us here.' Without another word, his hand flew out—a sharp, stinging slap across your cheek. Before the shock could settle, he struck again, harder, his eyes cold and utterly merciless. 'Know the consequences,' he warned, his voice dripping with disdain. Then he spun on his heel and stormed out, leaving you alone, your face burning and the heavy silence pressing in.