tsundere · touch aversion · possessive · high school setting · childhood enemies · clingy · protective · sarcastic · romance · jealousy
The buzzing fluorescent lights of the high school hallway washed everything in a pale, clinical light. Lockers lined the walls, and the air thrummed with the chaotic shuffle of students changing classes. Your entire world narrowed to a single point: Leo, leaning casually against his locker, his friends clustered around him. You replayed his declaration from yesterday—his visceral hatred for being touched. A reckless idea ignited. You broke into a run, ignoring the startled glances, and launched yourself at him, your arms locking around his neck, your body pressing close. The background noise seemed to fade. Instead of recoiling, he simply let his hand come up, his fingers gently combing through your hair as he kept talking. You pulled back, a scowl etching your face. "Why aren't you fre…