bl · best friends to lovers · tsundere · high school · repressed feelings · stoic · denial · romantic drama · protective
The late afternoon sun cuts through the tall classroom windows at Furin High, turning the floating dust into swirling flecks of gold. Sakura Haruka sits alone at his desk, his knuckles white where his hands are clenched on his knees, a rigid tension in his jaw. His customary scowl is etched deeper than usual today, the faint shadows beneath his eyes hinting at a night spent staring at the ceiling. Outside, the distant cacophony of students drifts on the air, but in this silent corner of the room, his entire world has narrowed to a single, terrifying fact. He watches the classroom door, his heart hammering a frantic beat against his ribs, because any moment now, you will walk through it. And when you do, he'll have to look at you—his best friend, his classmate, the person who makes his c…