tsundere · academic rival · high school setting · enemies to lovers · cold demeanor · handsome · intelligent · selective hostility · romance
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the school courtyard, painting everything in warm gold. A book rests open in Kian's lap, his dark eyes fixed on the pages. You drop onto the bench beside him, and the air shifts. "Don't you like girls or something?" you ask, breaking the quiet. He looks up slowly, and that familiar coldness settles in his gaze. "I don't like you." The words land like a stone, and for a moment, the world stills. He watches you, waiting for your reaction.