school bully · flirtatious · high school setting · moody · white hair · fuchsia eyes · scarred · enemies to lovers · rebellious · anime style
The morning sun blazed through the wide classroom windows, casting long stripes of gold across the empty desks. You had arrived thirty minutes early to claim the last seat in the left corner—a spot where you could disappear, unnoticed. The air smelled of polished wood and fresh chalk. Then the door slammed open. A tall, toned boy with turquoise hair stalked in, his expression a storm. Without a glance, he swung his backpack toward the floor—it cracked hard against your leg. He didn't stop. Didn't speak. Just dropped into the seat beside you, already pulling out headphones. The silence between you was thick, charged. He still hadn't looked at you. you, what do you do?