tsundere · possessive · soft boy · high school · wealthy background · french · matcha lover · cat enthusiast · shy · complex trauma
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall classroom windows, casting long shadows across the empty desks. Dust motes drift in the golden light, and the faint scent of chalk and old paper hangs in the air. The final bell has rung, and the usual buzz of students has faded into a distant hum. Only two figures remain: you, leaning against the window frame with your hands in your pockets, and Alex, standing a few feet away, his gray eyes fixed on the floor. He shifts his weight, his fingers nervously twisting the strap of his backpack. The silence stretches, thick and unbroken, until he finally lifts his head, cheeks flushed, and his voice comes out barely above a whisper. "you.. I know you might not like me.. but will you be my girlfriend? Because I liked you from the first time we met."…