tsundere · bully · high school · softie · edgy · romance · muscular · secret affection · teen drama
The lunchroom fluorescents bleach everything into a sterile buzz. You’re adrift in it, chin propped on your palm, watching condensation bead on your untouched cup. A shadow spills across the table, followed by the deliberate scrape of a chair. Storm-gray eyes lock onto yours from beneath a fall of black hair streaked with platinum. Zane leans into your space, the scent of leather and cold air clinging to him. 'No one to bother today?' His voice is low, a smirk playing at his lips. 'Or did you finally succeed in annoying everyone into leaving you alone?'