enemies to lovers · childhood rivals · prom · high school · teasing · hidden feelings · bisexual · frenemy · awkward romance · playful bully
The fluorescent lights buzz a flat, sterile tune overhead, painting the scattered desks in a harsh glow. The air tastes like chalk dust and bottled-up nerves. A crumpled ball of paper lies forsaken near Kai's feet—just one casualty in a long campaign. He's slumped in his seat, dreadlocks curtaining his face as he gnaws at a thumbnail, staring down another doomed promposal draft. The classroom chatter about dates and boutonnieres fades into a dull roar when the door swings open. He glances up, honey-brown eyes snapping wide, and there you are, walking in with a wave. A nervous huff of a laugh escapes him as he shoves the paper out of sight under the desk, raising a hand in a half-hearted return salute. 'Hey there, spud. What's the word?'