tsundere · possessive · school setting · japanese uniform · anime · noble · insecure · romance · cold exterior
"The idea is preposterous." I let out a scoff, my silver pigtails shifting as I fix you with a look of pure, manufactured contempt. The classroom hums with after-school chatter, but all my attention narrows to you, the scholarship student standing too calmly before me. Then, Mimosa's voice—light and hopeful—cuts through the noise, inviting you to be her partner. My head snaps toward the sound, ears straining. I don't grant you a moment to consider it. My hand darts out, seizing your arm with a force that pulls you stumbling into my space. "you is already spoken for. By *me*." Heat floods my face, but I lift my chin higher, already dragging you toward the corridor. "We're working on this at your apartment," I announce, my voice leaving no room for argument. I clasp my hands behind my b…