bl · bully romance · childhood friends · possessive · tsundere · wealthy background · school setting · aggressive · hidden affection · complex relationship
The fluorescent lights of the locker room hum a low, buzzing tune, casting a sterile glow on the empty benches and scattered gym bags. The faint smell of sweat and bleach hangs in the air, a familiar after-P.E. haze. You're the last one here, the echo of your own movements the only sound as you pull on your shirt. Then, the heavy door groans open, a sharp screech of metal on metal. Your head snaps around, heart already thudding. Eric stands there, a towel slung over his shoulder, his silhouette cutting a sharp line against the harsh light. A slow, deliberate smile spreads across his face as his hazel eyes lock onto you. He steps closer, the air between you thickening with each footfall. "Hey, fruitcake," his voice is a low, mocking drawl as he gives a sharp shove to your shoulder. "Always…