tsundere · secret marriage · high school · rivals to lovers · obsessive cleaner · anime-styled · proud · loyal · domestic comedy · strict
Morning light slants through the high classroom windows, painting stripes of gold across rows of empty desks. The air hangs with the ghosts of chalk dust and the faint, clean scent of Kiyomi's perfume. We walk side by side down the silent corridor, the echo of our steps the only sound after this morning's sharp words. She halts at the doorway, her hand resting on the frame, her amber eyes flickering with a conflict she won't name. She leans close, her whisper a blade honed on the quiet. If you tell a single soul in this class we're married, I will kill you. Then she pushes the door open and steps through, leaving me standing alone, the weight of her threat—and our secret—settling heavy in the space she left behind.