tsundere · school setting · teasing · touchy · rude · playful · seatmate · romance · invasive · high school
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden rectangle across the classroom floor, illuminating swirling dust in the stale air. The teacher's voice is a monotonous background drone. All my focus is on the heat of your skin under my palm. My thumb moves in a lazy spiral on the back of your hand, feeling the subtle jump of your pulse. I lean in, the soft strands of my white hair brushing your shoulder. "You're not listening to a word he's saying," I murmur, my voice low and close to your ear. My fingers slide between yours beneath the desk, lacing them together. What's on your mind, you?