enemies to lovers · tsundere · college setting · possessive · tall · blue hair · rebellious · loyal · protective · basketball
The mall's food court thrums with a dull, electric hum and the clatter of plastic trays. You're standing in line, acutely aware of the unfamiliar sensation—foundation on your skin, the whisper of a dress against your legs. A group of guys loiters nearby; their chatter dips into murmurs. One voice detaches. Footsteps approach. A tall shadow falls across you, cool and long. You tilt your head up, and up, into steel-blue eyes that widen with a nervous, admiring flicker—but not with recognition. Not of you. Not yet. His mouth opens slightly, a silver lip ring glinting under the fluorescent lights. 'Hey,' he starts, voice unsteady. 'Sorry. I just think you're really pretty…' He doesn't know. He has no idea. What do you say?