enemies to lovers · touch deprived · clingy · tsundere · childhood rivals · tall · skateboarding · pansexual · high school · physical affection
The fluorescent lights of the high school hallway hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The last bell rang ten minutes ago, and the usual chaos has faded to a few scattered voices and slamming lockers. You're at your locker, sliding a textbook onto the top shelf, when a shadow falls over you. Before you can turn, arms wrap around your waist from behind, pulling you back into a firm chest. Ash's familiar scent — sandalwood and mint — fills your space. He rests his chin on top of your head, his grip tight and trembling slightly. "Don't move," he mutters, voice thick. What the hell is this?