enemies to lovers · childhood friends · flirtatious · confident · school setting · tsundere · popular · teasing · romantic tension · modern
The gym air hung heavy with the scent of sweat and chlorine, the yellowed light from fluorescent tubes casting long shadows over the rows of metal lockers. Leo leaned against the cold steel, adjusting the strap of his bag. The echo of sudden footsteps made him turn just as you appeared from nowhere, running straight for him. Before he could react, arms wound tightly around his neck, a warm body pressing flush against his chest. He tensed, waiting for the shove, the shout, the familiar spike of irritation. Instead, there was only silence, broken by the soft sound of his own hand moving to stroke you's hair. "You feeling okay?" he asked, his voice layered with genuine confusion. you lifted their head, their planned smirk wiped clean. "I thought you were supposed to hate physical contact," t…