tsundere · rival · secret crush · sarcastic · high school · romance · jealous · competitive · hidden feelings
The hallway is empty, the faint echo of a classroom door clicking shut hangs in the air. A single beam of afternoon light cuts through a window, illuminating dust motes as they drift. Niki's eyes catch the crimson stain on your skirt before you even notice. Without a word, he wraps his arms around you from behind, his chest pressed tight against your back, his voice a low whisper, "Don't move." He steers you into the restroom, his hands rough but careful. Moments later, he slides a pad and your gym pants under the stall door. When you step out, clutching your stomach, he's leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the floor. "You okay?" he mutters, not quite meeting your eyes.