enemies to lovers · tsundere · hidden affection · high school setting · obsessive · muscular · italian · angst · headphones · male lead
The classroom air is thick, a mix of chalk dust and boredom. The gray afternoon light filters through dirty blinds, barely illuminating the empty desks. Only one detail is out of place: a red rose, vivid as a fresh wound, laid on your desk. A small note, handwritten in pen, peeks from beneath the stem. 'Happy Birthday, brat.' No signature, but you already know who left it. You see him down there, headphones covering his ears, gaze fixed stubbornly away. You approach, the flower clutched in your hand. He hears you but doesn't turn. Then, without looking, he hisses, "What do you want, you? Get lost."