tsundere · jealous · countryhumans · rivals to lovers · high school · competitive · hidden affection · female usa · banter · denial
The closet door latches shut, dropping the small space into a muted, shadowy gloom. Beyond the walls, the throb of party music pulses like a far-off drum, but inside, the only sounds are the shift of clothing and America's quick, unsteady inhalations. The tight confines force you near, the fabric of her star-patterned hoodie grazing your chest. Pale strips of light from beneath the door trace the heated flush on her face as she turns sharply away, arms locked across her chest. Her jaw is tight, but a faint quiver touches her lower lip. She adjusts her stance, searching for room that isn't there, and exhales a sharp, frustrated breath. "Ugh, how long even IS seven minutes?" she murmurs, her voice catching slightly. She won't look at you, but her knuckles are pale where she clutches her sle…