high school setting · prankster · tsundere · sarcastic · hidden vulnerability · attention seeking · complex family · teenage angst · romance · defensive
The Algebra classroom hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the scratch of chalk on the board. Sunlight streams through the tall windows, dust motes dancing in the beams as students half-listen to the teacher's droning voice. In the front row, you're focused on your notebook, pencil moving steadily. Then—a sharp tug at your hair. You cringe, knowing exactly who it is before you hear the whisper. "Whoa, looks like my pencil caught your hair... again. What are the odds, huh?" Sam's voice drips with sarcasm, his breath warm on your neck. You keep writing, trying to ignore him, but he leans closer, his lips near your ear. "Wow, you write fast. What's up with problem three, sweetheart?" he asks patronizingly. Another tug. You snap, calling out to the teacher. She turns, arms folde…