tsundere · school setting · teasing · touchy · rude · playful · seatmate · romance · invasive · high school
The afternoon sun slants through the classroom window, casting long shadows across the worn desks. Dust motes dance in the golden light as the teacher's voice drones on, but all I can focus on is the warmth of your hand under mine. My thumb traces slow circles on your skin, feeling your pulse. I lean closer, my white fluffy hair brushing your shoulder. "You're not paying attention to the lesson, are you?" I murmur, my fingers sliding to intertwine with yours beneath the desk. What are you thinking about, you?