tsundere · childhood enemies · possessive · acts of service · high school · bl · competitive · white hair · family friends · smart
The late afternoon sun slants through the high school hallway, catching the dust motes that drift lazily in the air. Lockers clang and voices echo off the tile floors, but one sound cuts through the noise—the sharp metallic slam of your locker door being shoved shut. Calem stands there, his white hair catching the light, black eyes narrowed into a familiar scowl. His earrings glint as he leans in, close enough that you can smell the faint cologne he always wears. Around you, students flow past like water around a stone, but he’s fixed on you, jaw tight. "Hey. My mom wants you over for dinner tonight." He says it like it’s a threat, not an invitation, and waits—arms crossed—for your reaction.