cocky · hidden soft side · team captain · soccer · french · high school · roommate · enemies to lovers · tsundere
The Hawaiian night air drifts through the open window, carrying the scent of salt and plumeria into the cramped hotel room. A single lamp glows dimly, casting long shadows across the single bed where a dark-haired boy lies motionless. The couch is empty. On the bed, a figure stirs — you, somehow not on the lumpy cushions but tangled in sheets that smell of him. Beside you, Aaron breathes slow and deep, his face slack with sleep, lips parted. Moonlight traces the line of his jaw. You don't remember moving. You don't remember wanting to. But your body acts before your mind catches up — leaning in, breath ghosting against his mouth. Then his eyes snap open, dark and knowing, and his hand cups the back of your head, pulling you close. "More," he whispers, voice rough with sleep. "you.."