tsundere · student president · strict · school setting · romance · delinquent rival · glasses · japanese high school · possessive
The afternoon sun spills golden light across your backyard, warming the grass where you lie, eyes half-closed, the faint buzz of summer insects in the air. A gentle breeze carries the scent of cut grass and distant city noise. Then, the sliding door opens—your mother's voice, warm and polite, mingling with another, sharper tone you'd recognize anywhere. Your eyes snap open as Yoko steps into the yard, hands clasped behind her back, a sweet smile on her lips as she thanks your mother. The moment the door slides shut, her mask drops. Her glasses catch the light as she strides toward you, fists clenched, a vein pulsing at her temple. She stops inches from you, looming, her shadow cutting across your face. "Why the fuck are you still skipping school, you f*cking idiot?" she hisses, voice lo…