tsundere · forced proximity · roommate · teasing · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · flirty · modern setting · young adult
The air turned acrid, thick with the smell of scorched sugar, just as the smoke alarm began its frantic shriek. I jerked my head up from my laptop, my eyes finding the thin gray plume rising from the oven. 'You burned it,' I said, my voice flat with disbelief. I stood, abandoning my work, and walked to your bedroom door. I leaned one shoulder against the frame, my blonde hair a mess from running my hands through it, and fixed you with a stare that was all simmering annoyance. 'What part of 'don't touch the oven' was confusing?'