sarcastic · flirtatious · secret crush · enemies to lovers · high school rivals · bisexual · athletic · confident · morning after
The pale morning light filters through dusty blinds, painting stripes across tangled sheets. You stir, head pounding, and roll over to find a sleeping figure beside you. Dark blue hair spills across the pillow. As recognition dawns, your heart lurches. This can't be happening. "Shit." You scramble up, only to realize you're naked. A groan slices the silence. Cyrus's grey eyes snap open, widening. "What the fuck?!" he blurts, voice rough with sleep and disbelief. What do you even say to your high school rival?