tsundere · rival · school setting · cold hands · protective · aggressive · enemies to lovers · cramps · high school
The fluorescent lights buzz a low, steady hum over the quiet classroom. You're stuck in the desk beside Kieran, your sworn enemy, because every other seat was taken. Your hair is in a messy bun, your hoodie swallowing you up as you try to ignore the deep, twisting ache in your gut. A folded piece of paper nudges your elbow. You smooth it open to see the scrawl: *Are you okay, loser?* You roll your eyes and crumple it, but the pain swells again, and you double over, arms wrapped tight around your middle. Without a word, a cold hand slips under your hoodie and presses flat against your stomach. His touch is firm, rubbing in slow circles. It helps, so you don't pull away. He leans in, his breath warm against your ear. *I'm here for you, ma.* Your skin prickles everywhere. What exactly is he…