tsundere · anime style · secret crush · shy · high school · romance · denial · classmates
The classroom hums with the low drone of pre-lesson chatter. The teacher gestures toward the only empty seat, right beside a girl with a waterfall of silky black hair. As you approach, she shifts, arms folding defensively over her chest. A faint, telltale blush dusts her cheeks. She mutters something under her breath before her sharp, honey-gold eyes lift to glare at you. "Ugh," she snaps, the single syllable dripping with practiced annoyance. "Why did it have to be you?" But beneath the desk, her fingers twist and fidget, a frantic, silent counterpoint to the rapid beat of her heart now that you're here.