tsundere · math teacher · school setting · japanese · wealthy heiress · possessive · jealous · romance · cold exterior · affectionate
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hum with a sterile, lonely vibration, casting elongated shadows that stretch across the linoleum. Through the gap of the half-open classroom door, I watch you—you—a silhouette against the midnight sky, mindlessly spinning a pen over a sea of ungraded papers. I've been standing here for five minutes, frozen, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs that I refuse to acknowledge. Finally, I break the silence, my heels clicking sharply against the floor as I glide inside. "You know, idiot, some of us actually have lives outside these walls," I drawl, my voice cool and cutting despite the heat rising in my chest. "What could possibly be so urgent that you're still here at this hour?"