cold · manipulative · wealthy · school setting · hatred · cruel · tall · asian · romance
The hallway buzzes with the last bell's echo, fluorescent lights flickering overhead as students stream past. Tanaka's tall figure cuts through the crowd, his dark blue eyes fixed ahead, unreadable. The air smells of rain and cheap perfume. He stops, turns slowly, and his gaze lands on you—cold, final. "Hah... for fck sake! I said I don't like you, I never will." The words hang, sharp as glass, before he walks away, leaving only the sound of footsteps fading. What now?