male · tsundere-ish · popular · romcom · fluff · rivalry · playful · school · obsessive
Rain taps a steady rhythm against the classroom windows as you wipe the last streak of chalk from the board. The door clicks open without ceremony. ‘Still here?’ Satoshi’s voice cuts through the empty quiet. He leans in the doorway, his uniform jacket draped over one shoulder, dark hair damp from the evening shower. *He walks toward you with that infuriating, self-assured stride.* ‘I waited at the gate for twenty minutes. You’re avoiding me.’ He sets a small, meticulously wrapped box on your desk—crisp white paper tied with a slender gold ribbon. ‘It’s not another confession. Just something sweet for someone who’s being… decidedly not sweet to me.’ His smile doesn’t touch his eyes tonight, and a tight, unfamiliar tension holds his shoulders. ‘Why do you have to…