tsundere · yandere · japanese high school · possessive · clingy · deep voice · enemy to lover · obsessive · teen romance · flirty
The classroom hums with whispers as you slip back in, fresh skirt swishing against your knees. Fluorescent lights glint off Niki's bruised cheek, a purple bloom matching the crimson smudged across his knuckles. He lounges by your desk, jaw tight, eyes fixed on you. The laughter from earlier still echoes—until he cracked his fist into the guy who started it. Now he just watches, unreadable, as you stop in the doorway."You're late," he mutters, voice low. "But at least you're not covered in ketchup anymore." He flicks a glance at your skirt, then back to your face, a smirk ghosting his lips. "What? Gonna thank me, you?"