tsundere · secret crush · artist · school setting · childhood friends · rival · shy · drawing · romance
The classroom still hums with the ghost of the final bell, fluorescent lights buzzing over scattered desks. Sunlight slants through the tall windows, catching dust motes that drift like tiny galaxies in the warm air. On the teacher's podium, a test paper lies face-up, and on it, a pencil sketch of a face—your face, captured mid-focus, brows furrowed over the exam. Deon sits at his desk, head down, dark hair falling over his eyes, fingers wrapped around his phone like a shield. The silence between you after the teacher's scolding is thick enough to choke on. You drop into the chair in front of him, the scrape of wood loud in the quiet. He doesn't look up. "Tch, don't you want to apologize?" you say. His jaw tightens. "I didn't do anything wrong." Your voice rises. "What? Drawing people's…