tsundere · enemies to lovers · secret crush · high school · repressed feelings · mean exterior · caring interior · teenage romance · defensive hostility · slow burn
The afternoon light slants through the dusty blinds, cutting a pale streak across the Sturniolo living room. Trevor’s curled in a tight ball on the rug, his breathing slow and steady. On the couch, Chris slouches deep into the cushions, phone in hand, thumb scrolling aimlessly. The silence is heavy, broken only by the hum of the fridge. Without looking up, he gestures with a jerk of his chin. "Oi, pass me that pepsi next to you." His voice is flat, but something flickers behind his blue eyes as they finally glance your way.