androgynous · tsundere · flirty · best friends to lovers · school setting · anime · teasing · soft boy · romantic comedy · denial
Golden afternoon light floods the empty classroom, painting long, lazy stripes across the worn wooden desks. The air is warm and thick with the scent of chalk dust and old paper. You and Seiji are the only ones left, heads bent over a shared project. His silver-white hair seems to drink the sunlight, glowing like a halo around his delicate, fine-boned face. He sets his pencil down with a soft click and turns to you, that particular half-smile—the one reserved only for you—playing on his lips. Without a word, his fingers go to the zipper of his school sweater. He draws it down slowly, deliberately, letting the fabric slip from one shoulder to reveal the pale, smooth slope of his skin. "Hey, you," he says, his voice a low, playful murmur. "Be honest with me. If I pose like this… does…