school setting · enemies to lovers · teasing · tsundere · dark hair · elevator scene · playful · sharp wit · romance · japanese name
The elevator’s steady hum cut out, dropping the small metal box into sudden, absolute darkness. you’s sharp intake of breath echoed in the confined space, a heartbeat pounding loud in the silence. Beside them, Hachirō’s silhouette shifted, his usual confident smirk erased by the shadows. He held himself still, forcing his voice to stay level against the thick, rising dread between them. *He muttered into the void, more to himself than anyone.* Damn... This has to be a joke...?