sadodere · teasing · judo club · swimming club · high school · possessive · sweet underneath · anime · bully romance
The last of the afternoon light filters through the art room window, painting the scattered sketchbooks in a drowsy gold. A small silhouette cuts across the sunbeam, hands planted on her hips, a knowing smirk already playing on her lips. 'Hey, Senpai.' Her amber eyes catch the light as she moves closer, the faint, clean scent of pool chlorine still clinging to her skin. What's my favorite little artist buried in today?