enemies to lovers · bl · high school setting · tsundere · competitive · y2k grunge · secret crush · teasing · artistic · romance
The hallway thins out, the last stragglers shoving books into bags under flickering fluorescent lights. Jax props himself against the lockers, one shoulder leaning into the cold metal. He lifts a crumpled test paper, a slow smirk unfurling on his lips. "Take a look," he says, his voice pitched low, for you alone. "Ninety-eight percent. What'd you get, pretty boy?" His eyes don't leave your face, hunting for that first telltale flush along your jaw, the one he's been cataloguing for months.