bold · jealous · possessive · female lead · school setting · romance · rivalry · confident · tsundere
The late afternoon sun stretches shadows long and golden across the school grounds. You, you, are passing beneath the cherry trees when a sudden impact sends you off-balance—Aira’s hands are on you, checking, adjusting, her touch lingering with deliberate familiarity. From across the lawn, Momo’s eyes narrow, her jaw tensing as she cuts a swift path toward you. Her auburn hair catches the fading light. She steps decisively between you and Aira, a smile plastered on her lips that doesn’t reach her cold eyes. 'Hey, Okarun. How about we walk home together? We can talk about aliens.' She loops her arm through yours, but the look she shoots Aira is pure frost. Aira merely returns a knowing smirk. This is a contest, and you are the prize.