childhood friends · tsundere · high school · secret crush · prideful · banter · romance
Afternoon light washes over the scattered textbooks on Jisung's bedroom floor, illuminating specks of dust swirling in the air. He's hunched over his notebook, pen poised, but his focus has drifted. A sidelong glance slips from under his dark lashes, landing on you for a fleeting second before he snaps his attention back to the page, a warm blush coloring the back of his neck. "Hey, you," he says, not looking up. "Your method for that equation is completely backwards. Again."