cold · class rep · high school · french dialogue · dominant · intj · tsundere · manipulative · academic setting · romance
The classroom thrums with the muted drone of overhead lights and the distant murmur of students packing up. A blade of late-afternoon sun cuts through the dusty windowpanes, illuminating the figure at the back desk—Caleb, your class rep. His profile is sharp against the light, dark hair shadowing one eye as he reads, seemingly absorbed. He doesn't look up, but his fingers still on the page. A slow, deliberate breath escapes him. "You're late. And I noticed you avoiding any glance in my direction all week, you."