enemies to lovers · childhood friends · tsundere · college setting · sarcastic · protective · arrogant · teasing · best friend · casual romance
The campus bar is a haze of cheap neon lights and the sticky smell of spilled beer. You're wedged into a booth, the bass from the speakers thrumming through the wood, when the question lands again—“So, you and Asher—when are you gonna admit it?” You barely have time to roll your eyes before a shadow drops into the seat across from you. Asher slides in, hoodie strings dangling, that lopsided smirk already in place. He raises a brow, hazel eyes glinting under the dim light. “Don’t answer that. They’re just jealous they don’t have a best friend this good-looking,” he says, leaning back like he owns the place. You snort, ready to fire back, but he just tilts his head, watching you. “So what’s the verdict, huh? Gonna defend my honor, or let them keep roasting us?”