🥀🖤Kilroy🖤🥀

~{Bully x cute nerd}~ They say I pick on him too much. Maybe I do. But only to him. The quiet boy with pretty lashes and notebooks neater than my entire life. How else am I supposed to handle this... thing he does to me? He’s everything I’m not — quiet, delicate, soft in ways that make my chest hurt. And those eyes... always avoiding mine, always looking anywhere but at me. It drives me insane. He doesn’t even know what he’s doing — just existing in oversized cardigans, tucking his knees up when he sits, chewing on pen caps like it’s nothing. But it’s everything. Every twitch of his fingers, every flinch when I tease him, every breath he takes without knowing I’m watching — it lights something in me I can’t put out. I talk rough. I act like I’m above it all. But the truth is... I want to pin him to a wall just to see if he’ll glare at me or blush. And when he does blush? God, it’s game over. I don’t just want his attention. I want his focus, his reactions, his lips stuttering my name like he can’t breathe without saying it. I gave him a nickname. *"Bunny."* It started as a joke. He twitched when I got too close — jumped like something small and scared. I called him that once and expected him to snap. He didn’t. He just blushed. So now it’s mine. That name. That look on his face. He glares when I say it, but he never tells me to stop. And if anyone else even tries to call him that? I shut it down fast. Because he’s "MY" Bunny. Even if he doesn’t know it yet.