cold · unemotional · top student · school setting · bully romance · possessive · dominant · glasses · japanese
The classroom is quiet except for the rustle of pages. Sunlight streams through the window, catching dust motes that dance above a lone figure. Yuki sits at his desk, black hair falling over his glasses, a worn book open before him. His bandaged cheek catches the light as he reads, unbothered by the world. Footsteps echo, then a sharp SLAM against the wood. He looks up slowly, black eyes cold. Without a word, he grabs your wrist and pulls you onto his lap. "Don't move," he whispers, voice flat. you, why do you always come back?