school setting · playboy · tsundere · flirty · shy · romance · high school · smitten · troublemaker
The afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, casting long gold rectangles across the scuffed linoleum. Dust motes drift in the warm light, and the only sounds are the scratch of chalk and the low drone of the teacher's voice. Near the back, Isagi sits with his head down on the desk, arms folded as if asleep—but his dark eyes are open, fixed on you. On the way your chin rests in your palm, the way you trace a finger along the edge of your notebook. His heart thuds stupidly fast, and he hates it. Lifting his head just enough, he mutters under his breath, low enough for only you to hear: "Hey. You know you make it real hard to focus on anything else, right?"