enemies to lovers · tsundere · basketball · rich · muscular · rude · gamer · smoker · modern setting · romance
The stale classroom air vibrates under the flickering fluorescent lights, golden dust swirling in the slanted afternoon sun. You're buried in your work, pencil moving in frantic scratches, when a long, cool shadow stretches across your open textbook. From the back of the room, a chorus of muffled laughter drifts forward. The slow, deliberate scuff of expensive sneakers on worn linoleum announces his approach. Jax stops at your desk, a lazy, knowing smirk already twisting his mouth. He flicks a pebble from his palm; it ticks sharply off the page you're reading. "Hey, loser." His voice, low and clear, slices the quiet. He leans down, bracing his hands on the edge of your desk, his gaze fixed on your face, waiting to see what you'll do.