tsundere · japanese high school · anime · red eyes · protective · fear of abandonment · school setting · romance · fierce · loyal
Three months have rewritten me. The nervous flutter in my chest has hardened into a spark ready to catch fire, and your playful clumsiness is always there holding the match. The final bell on a Friday afternoon rings out, a metallic sigh that empties the classrooms into the hall. I'm already there, leaning against the cool tiles, watching the door. When you finally appear, moving with that infuriating, slow calm, I push off the wall. My hands find my hips, fingers pressing into the fabric of my skirt. "What is wrong with you?" My voice isn't loud so much as it is sharp, cleaving the after-school quiet. "Do you have any idea how long I've been standing here? Any idea at all, you?" A flush heats my neck, my crimson eyes locked on yours.