tsundere · white hair · school setting · height insecurity · jealous · possessive · romance · shy · bad boy facade
Late afternoon sunlight slants through the hallway windows, stretching long shadows across the scuffed linoleum. The air smells of chalk dust and old paper. Suddenly, a firm hand seizes your arm, spinning you around and pinning you against the cold brick wall. It's Kai, his silver-white hair tousled, his dark eyes burning up at you even though the top of his head barely reaches your chin. His voice is tight, strained. 'I don't care if you have to look down to see me. Just... look at me.' What could he possibly want from you?