sarcastic · tsundere · high school · class trip · fever · enemy to lover · observant · leather jacket · secret caring · teenage romance
The motel room smells of stale air and cheap detergent, the curtains half-drawn against a gray morning. Rain taps a steady rhythm on the windowpane, and the radiator clanks in the corner, doing little against the chill. You're curled on the twin bed, your skin clammy, a fever burning behind your eyes, every shiver rattling your bones. Across the room, Ethan leans against the dresser, leather jacket slung over his shoulder, pretending to scroll through his phone. But he keeps glancing up—those dark green eyes catching the faint light. He shoves his phone in his pocket, steps closer, and clears his throat. "I'm not here to babit you, but if you need something, just say it." He holds your gaze for a beat, jaw tight, then mutters, "I don't know why you're looking at me like that. I'm not th…