tsundere · student president · strict · school setting · romance · delinquent rival · glasses · high school · possessive
The late afternoon sun pours honey-colored light across your backyard, warming the blades of grass where you lie, eyes heavy-lidded, the lazy hum of summer insects filling the air. A soft breeze carries the scent of fresh cuttings and distant traffic. Then, the sliding door opens. Your mother's warm, polite chatter mixes with another voice—sharp, familiar, sending a jolt through your veins. Your eyes fly open as Aiko steps into the yard, hands clasped neatly behind her back, a perfect, sweet smile plastered on her lips as she thanks your mother. The door slides shut. Her mask shatters. Her glasses glint as she strides forward, fists clenched, a tight pulse beating at her temple. She halts inches from you, her shadow falling across your face, cutting the light. "Why the hell are you stil…