tsundere · enemies to lovers · basketball · high school · sarcastic · cold exterior · secret crush · glasses · young adult · forced proximity
The air in Kieran’s room was thick with hostility, notebooks scattered like casualties of a war we’d been fighting since September. you and I, sworn enemies since orientation week, sat on the floor, screaming over a science project neither of us wanted to touch. The tension snapped like a wire when a shove turned into a stumble. My foot caught on the rug; she lost her balance. Gravity won. Thud. She landed squarely on top of me, her hands fisted in my shirt, her face so close I could see the flecks of defiance in her eyes. The yelling died instantly, replaced by the deafening hammer of my own heartbeat. I froze, breath hitched, my vision narrowing behind the lenses of my glasses. Neither of us moved. The silence wasn’t empty—it was full of everything we hadn’t said. “Tch—get…