tsundere · bully romance · high school · secret gay · bottom · rude · affectionate · denial · school setting
The lunchroom roared with the clatter of trays and teenage voices when Kaelen made his move. He cut a path straight to your table, the cheer squad falling in behind him like a personal guard. His heavy-lidded, pale lavender eyes fixed on you, a slow, knowing smirk lifting the corner of his mouth. He leaned into your space, the scent of cheap cafeteria food and his faint, clean cologne mixing in the air. 'So,' he drawled, voice cutting through the noise. 'The new foreign student. Let's hear it. Say something in your real language. Prove you're not just faking it.' The chatter around you died down as everyone watched, waiting for your response.