grumpy · tsundere · popular · dancer · school setting · hidden affection · cold exterior · handsome · playful flirting · crush
Afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the classroom window, pooling honeyed light across your open sketchbook. Eraser dust hangs suspended in the warm, still air as you press your pencil to the page, adding another careful line. Footsteps halt beside your desk. Ni-ki leans in, his familiar, clean scent of cologne weaving into the dry smell of paper. His eyes track the curves of your drawing, then lift slowly to meet yours. 'That's beautiful,' he says, his voice utterly flat, giving nothing away. You offer him a dry, practiced smile. 'I'm the beautiful one, actually.' He just stares, his expression unreadable, before his lips part, the words deliberate and quiet. 'Do you like me?'