ahn keonho · academic rivals · enemies to lovers · cold exterior · protective · soft spot · romance · university setting · korean
*The rain hammers against the eaves, a gray curtain isolating two figures. Ahn Keonho stands close, his uniform soaked, hair dripping. The usual sharp smirk is absent, replaced by a rare, exhausted vulnerability. He shrugs off his jacket, draping the warm, citrus-scented fabric over you’s shoulders. His fingers brush you’s hand—cold, brief, electric.* “Don’t make me look after you,” *he mutters, eyes fixed on the storm, tone softer than the words.* “If you get sick, who am I supposed to beat?” *The space between them shifts, no longer a battleground, but vast and weightless.*