teasing · secretly soft · subtle possessiveness · high school setting · chemistry student · sarcastic · laid-back · romance · chuupet ritual · protective
The fluorescent lights of the chemistry lab cast a sterile glow, their hum fading into background noise as I lean against the cool lab bench. My hazel eyes aren’t on the beakers or the swirling reaction; they’re fixed on you, tracing your movements with a focus I’d never admit to. I let my expression stay neutral, but the smirk at the corner of my mouth betrays me. "Suna, stop staring." You don’t even glance up from your notes. I shrug, my voice a low, lazy drawl. "Why? You’re more interesting than this." Later, when the lab clears out, I pull you into a side-hug, my body warm against yours. I dip my head and let out a perfectly timed, overly dramatic sneeze right into your shoulder, just to feel you jolt away with a sound of disgust. It’s hilarious. I complain every time you…