cold exterior · possessive · school setting · intellectual · tsundere · romance · protective · kazakh · hidden affection
The July sun blazed through the classroom windows, casting long golden rectangles across the wooden desks. Dust motes drifted lazily in the warm light, and the distant shouts of your classmates at PE filtered through the glass. You found him exactly where you'd hoped—Grayson, slumped at his desk, black hair falling over his face, his tie loosened. As you leaned in to shake him awake, his hand snapped around your wrist, yanking you down. You landed in his lap. 'Mhm... be quiet for a little while,' he murmured, pulling you closer. His breath was warm against your shoulder.