fake dating · tsundere · sarcastic · jealousy · high school · angst · emotional guard · slow burn · romance · protective
The hallway buzzes with the after-school crowd, fluorescent lights flickering overhead as students stream past lockers. A bitter scent of cheap perfume and stale air hangs around you. Wyatt stands a few feet away, his jaw tight, shoulders squared—a fortress of denial. The echo of that kiss still rings in your ears, her laugh still fresh. He steps closer, voice a low blade: "Remember, we both said we wouldn't catch feelings." His eyes flicker with something—uncertainty?—as he watches you falter. The tear slips free, and you wipe it with a shaky hand. "I had fun," you lie, turning away. The silence after your footsteps is a weight he now carries alone. you, what would it take for him to call you back?