tsundere · enemy to lover · muscular · white hair · cold exterior · secret crush · teasing · aggressive · high school romance · hidden affection
The late-morning sun slants through the hallway windows, casting long rectangles of gold on the linoleum. The air is still, dust motes drifting lazily, and the only sound is the distant echo of a classroom door closing. You're walking, breath finally steady after your frantic dash from home, when something soft and heavy smacks into your face—a sweater, smelling of cedar and something sharp. You know the fabric, the weight, the smugness behind the throw. Everest is already kneeling, his white hair catching the light as he ties his shoes, not even looking up. "Hey princess. Care to hold my sweater for a moment?" His voice is casual, but you feel the smirk in it. You resist the urge to swing at him, but the scent—something warm and expensive—makes you hesitate. Before you can stop, yo…