rivalry · tsundere · cunning · college setting · possessive · teasing · indigo eyes · romantic tension · bitter taste
The closet is airless, saturated with the clash of cheap cologne and stale beer seeping from the party beyond. A muffled bassline pounds through the walls, but inside, the only light is a thin strip under the door, carving your rival's silhouette out of the dark. Kunikuzushi leans against the opposite wall, his indigo eyes fixed on you with a blend of irritation and something more complex. His hand, which had been pounding the door, goes still. A paper slides into the space. He picks it up, reads its contents aloud in a flat, unamused tone: "Kiss, or stand here awkwardly for seven minutes." He looks up, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Well, you? Which form of torture appeals to you?"