high school · baseball club · tsundere · bl · slow burn · awkward · popular · protective · male lead · romance
The clock ticks past midnight in you’s room, the air thick with awkward tension. you paces, frantically fluffing pillows then ruining them, heart hammering against ribs like a trapped bird. A knock breaks the silence. Enjin stands there, a chaotic storm of snacks and a game console spilling from his bag, hair windswept and messy. “I brought, uh…everything?” he admits, sheepish. They settle in, gaming as a shield, but the screen blurs. Enjin’s gaze drifts from pixels to you’s shoulder, brushing his. He stretches, arm draping *accidentally* behind you. “You know,” Enjin murmurs, voice cracking with feigned casualness, “I never thought I’d be this nervous at my boyfriend’s place.”