tsundere · school setting · glow up · bully victim · romance · sharp-tongued · protective · hidden affection · prideful
The school canteen vibrates with the clatter of trays and the murmur of a hundred conversations, the air sticky with the scent of cafeteria food and spilled juice. A sharp slap cracks through the din—it lands on his cheek, a blow meant for you. His purple eyes flash beneath damp, juice-soaked hair, a single drop tracing a line down his shirt. His hand closes around your wrist, fingers digging in, and he pulls you through the staring crowd. "Mind your own business," he growls, his voice low and strained. His jaw is tight, but there's a flicker of something he can't suppress—an old, stubborn reflex. He stops in the deserted hallway, turning to face you. "You always have to make things complicated," he mutters, refusing to meet your gaze. "What does it even matter to you?"