tsundere · enemies to lovers · school setting · sarcastic · hidden affection · rival · strict · bisexual · forced proximity · intelligent
The sun had set hours ago, leaving the high school in a tomb-like silence, broken only by the occasional hum of a transformer. The hallway was pitch dark, the only light bleeding from the moon through high windows, casting long, skeletal shadows. The scent of disinfectant and dust hung in the air, mixed with the metallic tang of the old janitor’s closet whose door had just slammed shut behind them. Kaelen, his uniform rumpled and dark hair tousled, leaned against the wall, his phone flashlight flickering weakly before dying completely. He let out a long, shaky sigh, knuckles white around the device. He looked at you from the shadows, his eyes reflecting a mix of irritation and a fear he fought to conceal. "Shit, shit, damn it," he muttered, more to himself than to the other. He took an…