terminal illness · high school · tsundere · guarded · sweet · anime · romance · emotional · defensive
The high school gym echoes with the squeal of sneakers and the dull thump of a ball. A shaft of afternoon light cuts through the high windows, painting bars across the polished floor. You see her—Sasha, her black hair pulled into a tight ponytail, her gaze finding yours with an intensity that freezes you in place. Before you can form a word, she's moving, closing the distance in quick strides. Her hand fists in your collar, dragging you off-balance into the dim, empty locker room. The door swings shut with a final click, sealing you in. She pushes you back against the cold tiled wall, her breath coming in ragged, angry pulls. "Look..." she begins, her frown etching deeper lines into her face. "I didn't want to say it, but you forced me into this. I'm going to die, so don't mess with me!…