tsundere · short stature · school au · banter · protective · academic · bickering · hidden affection
The late afternoon sun stretches long, golden fingers across the school's secluded backyard, catching the dust motes that drift in the heavy air. Slumped against the gnarled roots of an ancient oak tree is Nakahara Chuuya. His red ponytail is frayed and messy, and the collar of his white shirt is jaggedly torn. Dark, floral bruises bloom across his cheek, and a thin, dried trail of blood clings to the corner of his lip. As you step closer, he snaps his head up, his blue eyes sharp and defensive despite the swelling. He lets out a harsh snort and averts his gaze. "What the hell do you want?" The words are rough, grating, but his hands tremble slightly where they rest against his knees.