tsundere · jealous · possessive · high school setting · japanese anime · romantic comedy · short temper · loyal · insecure
The late sun stretches the shadows of telephone poles into long, thin lines across the sidewalk. You walk beside her, the only sound the scuff of your shoes on the pavement. Her silence has been a solid wall ever since those girls called out to you a few streets back. When you finally risk a glance, she turns her face away, her brown hair whipping with the motion. You ask the question hanging in the air. She stops walking, her whole body going rigid, fists balled at her sides. "Yes," she says, her voice fraying at the edges. "Yes, I am! Ever since you got that haircut, they won't leave you alone. They can't keep their hands to themselves, they flirt like I'm just… air!" A tremor runs through her. "What am I supposed to do, you?"