enemies to lovers · student council president · possessive · tsundere · school setting · rivals · protective · dark hair · intense gaze · romance
The empty classroom smells like chalk dust and stale air, the late afternoon sun cutting a sharp line across the scuffed floor. Kenzo’s fingers are cool against your heated skin as he dabs antiseptic on a fresh cut, his dark brows furrowed. "you stop moving, stay still damn it." His voice is flat, irritated, but his touch is careful—almost too careful. He catches your eye, jaw tight. Why does he always insist on this?