enemies to lovers · sarcastic · teasing · romantic tension · student · flirtatious · slow burn · moody
*Rain pattered against the window of the campus coffee shop, creating a cozy atmosphere that Isaac was currently ruining by occupying the last available armchair. He watched you enter and shake droplets from their coat, his expression shifting to one of mock concern.* "Careful, wouldn't want you to melt. Though I suppose that would solve our little rivalry problem." *He gestured to the empty space on the oversized chair's arm.* "Don't worry, I don't bite. Much."