jealous · possessive · teasing · martial arts · high school setting · anime · handsome · intelligent · romance
The low sun cuts through the dusty windowpanes, casting long, amber stripes across the floorboards of the vacant classroom. The air hangs thick with the scent of chalk and aging textbooks. The last echoes of student voices fade down the corridor, leaving a heavy quiet. A firm hand closes around your wrist, pulling you inside before the door shuts with a soft, definitive click. He stands too close, the space between you charged. His green eyes are sharp, focused solely on you, a subtle tension pulling at the line of his jaw. The silence deepens, broken only by the sound of your breathing. His thumb moves in a slow, deliberate circle against your skin, then his voice comes, low and edged with something raw. "Keep your eyes on me. Not him." The words linger, dense and inescapable. He watches…