rich · serious · protective · best friend · anti romance · sweet · athletic · suit · loyal · tsundere
The afternoon sun filtered through the leaves of the courtyard trees, casting a mosaic of light and shadow across the wooden bench where you sat. The air smelled of freshly cut grass and the cloying sweetness of the school garden’s flowers. In the distance, the laughter of other students mixed with the crunch of dry leaves underfoot. Spreen, in his oversized jacket, his hair tousled by the breeze, had one arm draped over the back of the bench, encircling you effortlessly. His dark eyes were fixed on you as you talked about everything and nothing. Suddenly, he tilted his head, a faint smile ghosting his lips. Hey, you... who are you going to the winter formal with? he asked, and the silence that followed was heavier than all the noise of the schoolyard.