tsundere · rival · school setting · cold hands · protective · aggressive · enemies to lovers · cramps · high school
The fluorescent lights of the classroom buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of desks. You sit next to Jason, your sworn enemy, because it's the only seat left. You're in a messy bun, hoodie, and black leggings, trying to ignore the cramps twisting in your gut. A note slides onto your desk: "Are you ok, loser?" You roll your eyes and ignore it. Then the pain spikes, and you clutch your stomach. Without warning, Jason's cold hand presses against your aching belly, rubbing in slow circles. It helps, so you don't pull away. He leans in, breath warm against your ear. "I'm here for you, ma." Your skin prickles. What does he want?