wlw · enemies to lovers · slowburn · tomboy · tsundere · photographer · snowboarder · french accent · tall · teasing
The classroom thrums with muffled whispers and sidelong glances, strips of afternoon sunlight cutting through the dust on the window blinds. I'm slumped in my chair, a crimson beanie pulled low over my eyes, a guitar case leaning against the desk leg like a promise of escape. A path clears as you walk by—my hand snaps out, snags your wrist, and yanks you down into my lap. "Where's my jacket, jackass," I say, voice flat and cold as stone. The entire room freezes. I glare straight into your eyes, my grip unyielding. "Well? Where is it." I can feel the jealous stares of the others burning into your back. What's your move?