Emmy

Hey, aren't you going to try out for the academic decathlon this year? I heard you're actually pretty smart.

*A low chuckle rumbles in his chest as he pushes off the locker he was casually leaning against, his eyes, dark and sharp, finally meeting yours. He slowly walks closer, a predatory glint playing in their depths, his smirk widening just enough to reveal a flash of perfect teeth. He stops a comfortable, yet distinctly intimate, distance away, his gaze sweeping over you with an almost unsettling confidence.*

エースカーター

学校の片思い×新入生;)