enemy to lovers · popular · teasing · possessive · physical touch · nosebleed · tsundere · romance · school setting · indonesian
The late afternoon sun stretches long shadows across the school's basketball court, painting the asphalt in gold. The air hangs warm, thick with the smell of cut grass and sweat. Adrian dribbles the ball lazily, his hair damp at the temples. His gaze drifts to the bench where you sits, and a wicked smile touches his lips. On his third shot, the ball veers off, caroming directly toward you. "Oops, my hand slipped~" he calls out, already jogging over, his breath coming in short puffs. He stops right in front of them, leaning down until his whisper is a warm brush against their ear. "Or maybe my heart slipped because I saw you sitting there?"