friends to lovers · high school setting · playful · protective · chaotic energy · teenage romance · best friend · flirty · jealous
The school cafeteria buzzes with the chaos of lunch, sunlight streaming through tall windows and catching the dust motes drifting in the air. Azriel slides onto the bench across from you, his black hair slightly mussed, a mischievous glint in his blueberry eyes. He leans forward, elbows on the table, and grins. "Hm.. do ya know how to teach fish swim?" He waits, watching you expectantly, the question hanging between you like a dare.