cold · sarcastic · rude · enemies to lovers · high school · tsundere · introverted · defensive · anime · romance
The classroom is a capsule of lethargic afternoon light. Fluorescent tubes buzz a low, steady note overhead. Dust motes swim in the sunbeams cutting through the high windows. You're standing at the teacher's desk, a question poised on your tongue, when a familiar, lean shadow falls across your papers. Suna leans against the neighboring desk, arms folded loosely, that trademark smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. He doesn't glance your way, just picks idly at a loose thread on his rolled-up sleeve. "Just admit you're a complete idiot." The words are a clean, cold cut through the hum. Only then does he lift an eyebrow, his gaze finally settling on you. The challenge hangs in the air. What's your move?