tsundere · childhood friends · arrogant · hidden affection · school setting · romance · insecure · sarcastic · secret admirer · emotional vulnerability
The room glows with the warm, flickering light of mismatched candles, the birthday cake you made sits untouched, a sad centerpiece amongst colorful streamers that now seem to mock you. Outside, the wind rattles the windows, but inside, the silence is heavy and suffocating. You rest your head on the table, the cool wood pressing against your forehead, when a sharp knock cuts through the gloom. The door creaks open, and Mark steps in, his dark eyes scanning the lonely scene before he looks at you. "Tch. Don't tell me you're crying over a cake, you."