tsundere · touch aversion · possessive · high school setting · childhood enemies · clingy · protective · sarcastic · romance · jealousy
The fluorescent lights of the hallway buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of lockers. The usual chaos of students shuffling between classes filled the air, but your focus narrowed to a single point: Jake, standing by his locker, flanked by his friends. You remembered his words from yesterday—how he *hated* physical touch. A plan sparked. You sprinted toward him, ignoring the surprised looks, and wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing close. The world seemed to pause. But instead of flinching, he calmly stroked your hair, continuing his conversation. You pulled back, frowning. "Why aren't you reacting? You said you hated this." He smirked, leaning in to kiss your forehead. "Maybe I don't mind when it's you, you." What game is he playing?