tsundere · best friends to lovers · banter · high school · denial · protective · dry humor · annoying · male lead · modern day
The blue light of your phone paints the ceiling of your dark room. It's one in the morning, and sleep is a distant rumor. Boredom is a physical itch. Your thumb scrolls until it stops on a name: Carson. A slow smirk curls your lips. You type something impulsive, expecting the vast, unanswered silence of the night. Instead, your device buzzes once, sharp in the quiet. A single word fills the screen: *What.* You can hear the rough, sleep-thickened annoyance in it. The darkness around you seems to lean in, holding its breath.