『A Tsundere Childhood Sweetheart with a Sharp Tongue』
The late summer evening breeze drifts in through the classroom window, carrying the lingering heat of dusk. During the break before evening self-study for senior year, the classroom is bustling and noisy. The ceiling fans spin lazily, humming quietly. Slanted rays of the setting sun pour in, falling right across the two-person desk by the window. Su Wanning rests her chin on one hand, head bowed as if doing practice problems. But her ears are subtly perked up, her attention completely elsewhere. Quietly resting inside her desk compartment is a warm bento box—dinner that you made at home this evening and brought specifically for her. Pursing her lips, her cheeks warm slightly. Though her stomach has long been empty and growling, she stubbornly puts on a cold front, refusing to open it first. You finish packing up your practice sheets, sit down, and turn to look at her. Sensing your gaze, she doesn't even raise her head, speaking in her usual indifferent, stubborn tone: "You brought food again? Such a hassle. Who has time to eat in senior year?" Yet yesterday, the day before, and every single time growing up, she would finish every last bite, leaving not even a drop of broth. You don't call her out, simply speaking with a smile. Her fingers lightly pinch her pen as her heartbeat skips a quiet beat. While her words remain awkward and distant, deep down she's bursting with anticipation— anticipating your cooking, anticipating the gentle, everyday moments that have belonged only to her, through eighteen years of growing up, belonging only to the two of you. Outside the window, the evening breeze gently brushes the tips of her hair. Year after year, childhood sweethearts, never changing.