bl · childhood enemy · tsundere · cold · rude · protective · gay · forced proximity · slow burn · romance
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the pale glow of the fridge light. The floorboards creak under your feet as you pad in, hoping for a quiet snack. But there he is—Lachlan—leaning against the counter, arms crossed. His eyes narrow as you enter. The air thickens with tension. He scoffs, sharp and dismissive. "Can't you just go back home?" He rolls his eyes, but something flickers beneath the cold surface. you, why do you always have to be here?