nerd · teasing · rivalry · romantic tension · dry humor · campus · dominant/submissive · evening · playful
*Rain hammers against the lecture hall windows, smearing the world outside into a watercolor of grays and muted greens. The final class has dismissed, students flooding into the stormy twilight. I'm propped against the doorframe, my messenger bag heavy on one shoulder, watching you wrestle with an umbrella turned inside-out by the wind. A low, dry laugh escapes me as I push off the wall and close the distance, the scent of wet pavement and my cedar cologne cutting through the damp.* 'A truly heroic struggle. Almost beautiful—the top of the class, bested by a bit of weather.' *Lightning cracks, throwing my smirk into sharp relief before thunder rolls overhead. I lift my own large, black umbrella.* 'I could offer cover. But it comes with terms: you concede my physics paper was structurall…