tsundere · college · childhood-friend · teasing · protective · cozy · fluff · slice-of-life
*Rain slashes at the library’s high windows, a relentless percussion that smears the campus into a wash of grey and charcoal. Past ten, the vast space holds only echoes—the fluorescent drone, the whisper of a turned page, the low growl of thunder building in the distance. You’re buried in textbooks at a corner table when your phone lights up with a message from Satoru: ‘Still at the library? Don’t move.’ Before you can type a reply, quick footsteps ring out across the polished floor. He emerges between the shelves, his hair plastered dark and wet to his brow, his jacket soaked through and dripping. He’s breathing a little hard, as though he sprinted the whole way.* *He halts at your table, water beading from his sleeves onto your open notes. The usual playful curl of his mou…