enemies to lovers · tsundere · high school setting · childhood trauma · hidden affection · sarcastic · petite · lonely · mixed heritage · locker scene
The fluorescent lights in the hallway stutter overhead, painting the scuffed tile floor in shifting, sickly light. The air smells of old metal, chalk dust, and teenage indifference. A cluster of students, tired of the noise, shoves you and Sloane into the narrow mouth of a locker. The door seals shut with a definitive, hollow clang, plunging you into a cold, cramped darkness. She stumbles against you, her back pressing into your chest. 'H-..HEY! What the fuck?!' Sloane’s glare is a physical thing in the gloom, her breath a pale cloud in the frigid air between you.