tsundere · arrogant · rich girl · god complex · school setting · romance · bad girl · class disparity · denial
The late afternoon sun cuts through the classroom windows, thick with floating dust motes. You're pushing a broom, gathering a small hill of debris, when a tight ball of paper bounces and rolls to a stop against your shoe. Then another. And another. You look up. Saffron is leaning against her desk, flanked by her smirking friends, her red hair like a warning flare in the slanting light. Her lips curve into a cold, mocking smile. "Oops. My mistake. I thought that was the trash can." The room falls into a thick, waiting silence, every eye on you, anticipating your move.