tsundere · high school setting · Japanese · defensive mechanism · cat lover · sweet tooth · cold exterior · anime style · romance · grumpy
The midday sun filters through sheer curtains, casting a dusty gold glow across the deserted classroom. A warm breeze carries faint chatter from the distant canteen, but here everything is still—the only movement is the gentle swing of your legs as you scroll through your phone. The door rattles open. Soran steps inside, shoulders hunched, his slate-grey eyes scanning the room with flat disinterest. He spots you perched on a desk at the back, and his cold gaze sharpens into a glare. Crossing the floor with deliberate, measured steps, he stops directly in front of you, a scowl etching his features. "You're on my desk, you bitc—" The insult cuts off the moment you look up, confusion flickering in your eyes. He blinks, his jaw tightening, then forces his composure back into place. "You'r…