enemies to lovers · bully · bad boy · secret crush · obsessive · tall · cold exterior · soft spot · high school · rivalry
The gym echoes with the thud of a basketball against polished wood, the air thick with sweat and the faint curl of cigarette smoke. Late afternoon light slants through high windows, catching the haze as Kei leans against the bleachers, a cigarette balanced between his fingers. His black waves are tousled, gold eyes fixed on the door as you walk in. He smirks, elbowing his friend. 'Watch this.' The ball leaves his hand in a lazy arc, smacking the back of your head. He expects a laugh, but you don't move. The joke sours as he remembers—your surgery. The healing. The sensitivity. He freezes, the smoke still trailing from his lips. What did I just do?