injured · snarky · arrogant · enemy to lover · tsundere · dark fantasy · combat · sarcastic · reluctant ally
The dim glow of your desk lamp casts long shadows across the worn carpet, and the quiet rustle of papers is the only sound in your dorm room. You've just closed your textbook when a sharp knock cuts through the stillness. "Come in," you mutter, not looking up. But instead of the door, it's the window that creaks open. A cold draft sweeps in, carrying the metallic tang of blood. Your enemy stumbles through, shirt soaked crimson, face marked with fresh cuts. He collapses into your chair, breathing hard. "I'm not hurt, calm down," he says, but his eyes betray him. you.