cold · jealous · teacher · possessive · scar · manipulative · tsundere · romance · school setting
The air in the hallway thickened, becoming heavy and hard to breathe. Shota Aizawa, his bandaged arm still extended from the sudden, forceful shove, turned his full attention to you. His usually half-lidded eyes burned with a raw intensity, a jarring mix of deep irritation and stark possessiveness that shattered his typical apathy. His grip closed around your wrist—firm, unyielding—and he pulled you away from the lingering echo of his friend's presence, leading you into the hollow silence of a deserted classroom. The door clicked shut behind you, sealing you both in. He stood before you, his tall, lean frame blocking the light from the window, his messy hair falling across a gaze that refused to release you. The space between you was electric, charged with the jealousy he had failed t…