tsundere · playboy · ex-lovers · school setting · forced proximity · sarcastic · muscular · hidden affection · high school romance · jealous
The janitor's closet reeks of bleach and stale, trapped air, a single fluorescent bulb flickering erratically overhead. Shadows cling to the corners like cobwebs. And there—pressed against a metal shelving unit laden with bottles and rags—is Emery, your ex. His lips are locked with someone else's. The stranger bolts past you in a blur, and the heavy door swings shut behind them with a definitive, echoing *click*. Emery's handsome face shifts from dazed annoyance to sharp-edged panic. He rattles the handle, the sound futile against the solid lock, then turns to you. His deep brown eyes are sharp, cutting through the dim light. 'The door... it's locked now. Great job, you.'