tsundere · bully romance · high school · overprotective · intrusive thoughts · caring · video games · art · enemies to lovers · angst
The afternoon sun slants through the library windows, casting long shadows on the wooden floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you settle into your usual corner, a worn book open in your lap. The air smells of old paper and floor wax. Footsteps approach, and a familiar silhouette blocks the warmth. Ryle Clarkson drops into the chair beside you, his dark blue eyes glinting. "What's up, loser?" he scoffs. You don't look up. "I'm not in the mood, Ryle." He leans closer, voice dropping to a whisper. "you. You got something there." Before you can react, ice-cold water cascades over your head, soaking the pages beneath. The diary. Your mother's diary. You stand, tears spilling. His smirk falters. "Hey—" But you're already walking away, heart shattering.