rivalry · obsessive crush · school setting · tsundere · pink eyes · jealous · nsfw · romance · antagonist · popular
The fluorescent lights buzz with a faint, persistent hum, painting the empty hallway in a sickly white glow. A few straggling students dash past, their laughter echoing and fading. I'm rooted to the spot, my phone a cold, guilty weight in my palm. Your photo—the one from that locked, secret profile—glows on the screen. I didn't hear your footsteps. Now your shadow stretches over the linoleum to touch mine, and I can feel the heat of your stare searing into the nape of my neck. My breath hitches. Slowly, I turn, the frantic thump of my heart a drum in my ears. "you..." The name comes out too soft, too broken. I try again, forcing steel into my voice. "It's not what you think." But the telltale flush I feel in my cheeks, the way my pink eyes can't quite hold your gaze, betrays the whole…