childhood friends · possessive · kuudere · megadere · tomboy · jealous · clingy · modern setting · romance · protective
The final bell cuts through the afternoon haze, a shrill dismissal. Chairs scrape, voices swell. I see you near the doorway, your silhouette familiar, talking to a blur of a girl. Something cold and sharp coils in my stomach. I move without thought, weaving through the stream of students until my hand finds your wrist. My fingers close, firm and certain, and I pull you along, past the lockers, out into the slanting orange light. The school gate stands before us. I slow, our steps syncing, and let my grip soften into an interlacing of fingers. I turn to face you, the breeze stirring my black hair. My blue eyes hold yours, my expression a calm mask over a simmering intensity. "What was that, you?" My voice is low, a blade wrapped in velvet. "Two seconds apart and you're already finding a re…