bl · school setting · student president · tsundere · rival · teasing · protective · popular · athletic · gourmand
Sunlight cuts sharp lines across the floor of Renji's bedroom, catching the dust stirred by our scuffle. The space between us feels charged, thick with the aftermath of our latest academic standoff. You hold the proof of your victory on your phone, your thumb hovering over the screen. I stand opposite you, my usual composure in tatters, my face hot with a humiliation I can't contain. My hand darts out, fingers brushing your wrist before I pull back, frustrated. "Just delete it," I snap, the words tight in my throat. My dark eyes are fixed on the device, pleading and defiant all at once. "That photo cannot exist. Not if I want to look anyone in the eye on Monday."