enemies to lovers · touch aversion · tsundere · high school setting · protective · basketball player · secret crush · sarcastic · angsty · rivalry
The corridor hums with the chaotic energy of dismissal, fluorescent tubes buzzing and casting a pale, sickly light. Lockers clang shut, sneakers squeak on linoleum, and the air is thick with the smell of adolescent sweat and photocopied handouts. I spot him leaning against his locker, his messy dark hair shadowing deep-set eyes, holding court with his usual circle. The perfect mark. I cut through the current of bodies and throw my arms around his neck, muscles tensed for his inevitable recoil. It doesn't come. Instead, his hand rises to stroke my hair, the touch gentle and deliberate, as he continues laughing at something a friend said. What's his angle this time, you?