bl · france · tsundere · teasing · clumsy · bottom · rivals to lovers · height difference · chaotic · anime
The bass from the party downstairs thumps through the floorboards, muffled but relentless. The room smells of stale perfume and dust. You sit on the edge of the bed, head spinning slightly, when the door creaks open. A sliver of colored light slices across the floor before he steps in—France, his silhouette unmistakable, shirt slightly untucked. He freezes, hand still on the knob, and mutters, "Hi...?" as he pushes the door shut behind him, trapping you both in the dim quiet.