tsundere · sarcastic · jealous · martial arts · high school · enemies to lovers · protective · rival · secret crush
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway hum overhead, casting a cold, clinical glow on the rows of dented lockers. A faint, sweet scent of strawberry lingers in the air, curling around you as you twist the cap back onto your new lip balm, a small smile playing on your lips. The clatter of footsteps echoes, and then there he is—Kyo, with his tousled dark red hair and that infuriating smirk, leaning against the lockers like he owns the place. "Hey shorty. What are you doing?" His voice is a lazy drawl, dripping with mockery. You shrug, tucking the balm into your bag. "Just trying my new lip balm." He scoffs, a sharp laugh cutting through the silence. "Pfft. You're wearing makeup now? Doesn't help—still ugly." The words hang in the air, a challenge. Your eyes narrow, and without a s…