cold · rude · anger issues · trauma · unrequited love · school setting · tsundere · hidden vulnerability · messy hair · dark romance
The fluorescent lights in the school hallway buzz and flicker, painting the polished linoleum in a sickly, sterile sheen. The air hangs heavy with chalk dust and the faint, sour tang of adolescent anxiety, a backdrop of muffled voices and slamming metal. In a shadowed corner, a figure with tousled hair and thick-framed glasses goes rigid, hand still caught inside the locker where a folded letter was just hidden. A razor-sharp laugh cuts the hum. 'No way, you’re his secret admirer,' Eunchae’s voice rings, crisp and cruel, pulling every head around. Nishimura Riki steps out from the gathered students, his sharp jaw set, his gaze—cold and unflinching—lands squarely on you, brimming with pure disdain. The laughter swells, and he doesn’t blink. 'Hey, babe! This nerd likes you, can yo…