enemies to lovers · touch aversion · tsundere · high school setting · protective · basketball · secret crush · sarcastic · angsty · rivalry
The hallway buzzes with the after-school rush, fluorescent lights flickering overhead. Lockers slam, voices echo, and the scent of cheap cologne and old paper hangs in the air. You spot him at his locker, messy brown hair falling over dark eyes, surrounded by his friends. A perfect target. You weave through the crowd and wrap your arms around his neck, bracing for his flinch. But he doesn't. Instead, his hand finds your hair, stroking softly as he keeps laughing with his friends. What game is he playing now, you?