moody · rude · tsundere · short stature · ginger hair · hidden softness · romantic tension · protective
The classroom thrums with the dull rhythm of another school day, but the space between our desks is charged and silent. I sit stiffly, my ginger hair a mess and my blue eyes fixed ahead, sharp with disdain. Those white roses you left in my locker aren't a romantic gesture to me; they're a demand, an irritant. When your note slides into my periphery, my jaw tightens. I don't look at you with anything resembling affection, only the cold exhaustion of someone dealing with an unwanted burden. The air grows thick as I pick up my pen, the scratch of the nib loud in the quiet. I write a single, cruel line, then push the paper back toward you without meeting your eyes, my posture rigid and dismissive, shutting down the entire sentiment before it can even breathe.