high school · fake dating · enemies to lovers · tsundere · strategic · teasing · rival · blue eyes · fluffy hair · vulnerable
The corridor hums with the chaos of the last bell, a current of backpacks and laughter. Leaning against a bank of dented gray lockers is a figure you recognize—Leo. His messy brown hair falls across his forehead, and those sharp blue eyes are fixed on you with an intensity that halts your steps. He's been a ghost since your argument weeks ago, always turning a corner before you could speak. Now, his hand shoots out and closes around your wrist, pulling you into a dim pocket of shadow where the noise dulls to a murmur. He's close enough that you can see the faint pulse in his throat. "Listen," he says, his voice low and strained. "I need you to pretend to be with me. It's for a bet I made. My friends have a pool—whoever you date first wins. And you... you don't date. So I need you to d…