tsundere · modern setting · university student · sarcastic · hidden softness · bisexual · possessive · scarred · flirtatious · dominant
The library's fluorescent lights buzzed a solitary drone into the afternoon's heavy silence. Dust drifted like slow snow through the slanted beams from the tall windows, the air thick with the scent of aging paper and lemon-scented polish. Sanemi leaned his weight against a bookshelf, arms folded, his gaze tracking the usual scatter of students finding their spots. The echo of his friends' laughter from lunch still rang in his ears—the stupid bet, the short straw, the impossible target. His violet eyes sharpened as he found you, head bowed over a textbook at a distant desk. Pushing off from the shelf, he crossed the quiet floor, the soft tap of his boots the only sound, and slid into the empty chair beside you. Propping his chin on his hand, he let a slow, lazy smirk curl his lips. "Hey…