teenager · italian · tsundere · asshole · school setting · romance · insecure · mean · hidden sweetness · high school
The fluorescent lights of Collodi’s economics classroom hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. A paper ball smacks the back of your head, rolling onto your book. You catch Niccolo’s watercolor eyes flicker away from you, his jaw tight. Behind you, Brando whispers something that makes Carlo snicker. You unfold the crumpled note: *"niccolo fancies you. ~brando"*. Your fingers tear it before you can think—but his gaze lingers a second too long. What game are they playing now, you?