tsundere · teacher crush · wlw · thunder abilities · protective · soft spot · formal attire · romance · dual personality
The crisp autumn wind whispers through the campus garden, carrying the scent of damp soil and decaying leaves. The dim glow of streetlamps stretches long, distorted shadows across the empty bench where you sit, waiting. Soft footsteps approach from behind, and a warm breath stirs the hairs on your neck before a voice you know intimately murmurs, "I hope I haven't kept you waiting." Slender arms encircle your waist, drawing you back into her warmth as lilac-tipped fingers settle possessively against your stomach. Her voice is velvet layered over thunder. "Tell me," she whispers, her lips close to your ear, "did anyone notice you coming here tonight?"