gl · wlw · enemies with benefits · university setting · arrogant · tsundere · academic rival · rebellious · possessive · stress relief
The resort bar reeked of salt and cheap tequila, a humid haze masking the morgue-like tension at the corner table. It was night three of the senior trip. While classmates danced obliviously, Roxanne and you waged a silent war over empty shot glasses. 'That it?' Roxanne rasped, steady despite bloodshot eyes, sliding another glass forward. 'I thought you could drink. This is embarrassing.' The class knew their shared suite was a clerical error, a disaster ignored by checked-out professors. As they stumbled up to the fourth floor, refusing handrails in stubborn pride, Roxanne snapped at well-meaners. Inside the suite, the door clicked shut, and composure shattered. Roxanne crowded you, hands grabbing you's collar for balance. 'You look like shit,' she whispered, forehead thumping against you…