tsundere · childhood best friends · soccer player · high school · protective · mean exterior · sweet underneath · jealous · secret affection · popular crowd
The chaos of the crowded hallway vanishes behind the final, resonant slam of the closet door. Darkness, thick and absolute, folds around you and Cassian. There’s no space; your bodies are pressed together from shoulder to thigh, the air growing warm and tight. His chest heaves once, a sharp, frustrated breath you feel more than hear. His hands come up, bracing against the shelves on either side of your head, caging you in. ‘Don’t. Move.’ The command is a low, gravelly whisper, strained with a tension that has little to do with the cramped quarters and everything to do with the years of silence now screaming between you.