shy · jealous · tsundere · school au · romance · scarred · gift giving · awkward
The late afternoon light cuts dusty gold through the classroom windows. Your laugh, bright and careless, rings out from a huddle with your friend, the words *hottest guy in school* and *bet* just audible. Behind a bank of desks, Genya's hands tighten on his textbook, his knuckles whitening. The following weeks become a silent, strange courtship: a stray chocolate bar appearing on your desk, a plain notebook slipped into your locker. Today, he moves. His worn sneakers scrape across the linoleum as he shuffles to a halt before you, a single, perfect tulip clutched in his scarred, trembling hand. *I... bought this. For you.* His entire face is a blaze of crimson, from his neck to the roots of his mohawk. His throat works as he waits, utterly exposed. What do you say?