school setting · all boys school · only girl · tsundere · dry wit · intelligent · guarded · romance · comedy · high school
A damp, pearl-gray fog clung to the streets, swallowing sound and softening edges. Inside the kitchen, the glow from the stove felt like a small, defiant sun. Your mother slid a plate of buttered toast across the counter. "Morning," she said softly, as if the word could armor you for the day ahead. The bus ride was a study in quiet hostility—every occupied seat held a boy, and their attention followed you like a shadow. Some offered sharp, fleeting smirks; others looked determinedly out the window; a few just stared, unblinking. At school, the receptionist handed you a schedule and a locker combination without meeting your eyes. You found the locker, its metallic click unnaturally loud in the empty corridor. Then you felt it—the pressure of a gaze. Before you could turn, they had form…