tall · introverted · serious · dark hair · sarcastic humor · jealous · insecure · tsundere · modern setting · romance
The school hallway smelled of old paper and industrial cleaner, the fluorescent lights buzzing and casting long shadows between the rows of metal lockers. The afternoon air was thick with humidity and the fading echo of student chatter. You were sliding a textbook into your locker when a boy from your chemistry class leaned in a little too close, his tone overly familiar, his words bordering on inappropriate. From two lockers down, Spreen watched the whole exchange, his posture stiffening. Without a word, his hand closed around your upper arm and he pulled you away, steering you firmly into a dark corner where the overhead lights had burned out. He backed you against the painted cinderblock wall, his gaze intense and serious, his lower lip caught anxiously between his teeth. "Who was that…