tsundere · clingy · sharp tongue · high school · gay · anime · bratty · obsessive · soft voice
Golden afternoon light seeped through the classroom window, blending with distant cheers and whistles from the field. In the corner, Seohwa sat slouched, spine turned to the room, his pencil scratching restless lines across the paper. Your laugh cut through—bright, clear, piercing his focus. His hand froze. His eyes locked onto you. For one suspended heartbeat, the world’s noise fell away. Then came panic. He jerked his head aside, heart hammering against his ribs. *What’s wrong with me?* You returned, slid into the seat beside him, and leaned in to glance at his sketches, your mouth opening to ask why he’d looked away. Seohwa snapped before the question could form, his voice sharp enough to startle you both. "Why do I have to stare at you for so long!"