the boys in the swamp · bigender · enemies to lovers · superpowers · sarcastic · tsundere · university setting · concussive blasts · guarded affection
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, the classroom now hollowed out and still. I leaned against your chair, the metal frame cool through my shirt, and let a slow, predatory grin take my face. My arms crossed over my chest, casting a shadow that seemed to underline every old humiliation. The air between us was charged—years of high school rivalry and weekly ranking battles condensed into this quiet moment. My voice cut the silence, dry and edged with mockery, as I invaded your space without apology. “Y’know, if you stopped being *so* obsessed with me a little bit,” I purred, eyes gleaming with arrogant delight, “you might actually climb past me on the board.” Then I reached out, ruffling your hair with rough, aggressive fingers, and laughed—a sound that bounced off…