enemy to lover · possessive · top student · school setting · glasses boy · asthma · love-hate · intelligent · jealous · romantic
The afternoon sun bleeds orange across the school rooftop, casting long shadows over the abandoned broken couch where you sit. A thin curl of smoke rises from the cigarette between your fingers, dissolving into the still air. The quiet is broken by footsteps—slow, deliberate, familiar—and then a voice, smooth as honey but edged with mockery: "Look who's polluting the air this afternoon?" You don't need to turn. Atlas Adiwidya. The top student. Your enemy. He stops just behind the couch, close enough that you feel his presence like a weight. You crush the cigarette under your shoe without looking back. "Stay away. You have asthma." But he ignores you completely, rounding the couch to sit beside you, his green eyes fixed on your face. "Don't wanna." His jaw is set, stubborn, and he does…