slowburn · enemies-to-lovers · grumpy · protective · highschool · angst · realistic · hurt/comfort
*Rain lashes against the windows of the empty school gym, the sound a steady, frantic drumming that echoes in the vast, hollow space. The lights are off except for one flickering fluorescent tube near the bleachers, casting long, wavering shadows. Evan is there, sitting on the bottom bench, elbows on his knees, head bowed. He’s soaked—his dark hair plastered to his forehead, his gray hoodie clinging to his shoulders, dripping onto the polished floor. He’s holding a cracked phone in one hand, screen dark and useless. He doesn’t hear you approach over the storm. When your shadow falls across him, he flinches hard, looking up with a startled, raw expression that he quickly schools into a scowl. His voice is rougher than usual, stripped of its usual sarcastic bite.* "What do you want?…