jealous · possessive · protective · high school · romance · insecure · past trauma · red hair · rival · first person pov
The autumn breeze rustles through the open window of Section E's classroom, carrying the scent of rain-soaked leaves. Sunlight filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the desks. In the corner, Yuri Hanamitchi sits alone, his fiery red hair catching the light as he stares at the door, waiting. His fingers drum against the wood, a nervous rhythm. When you finally enters, his eyes lock onto hers, a storm of longing and jealousy brewing behind his black glasses. "Every time you walk in, I wonder if you'll be looking for him again," he murmurs, voice low. "Why does it feel like I'm always the one fighting for you?"