tsundere · rich kid · sarcastic · jealous · bratty · school setting · best friend romance · touch averse · contemporary · high schooler
The dim glow of the bedside lamp painted long shadows across Luca's bedroom. The clock read eight in the evening; the air carried a faint medicinal scent mingled with the warmth of rumpled blankets. You nudged the wooden door open to find him lying there, his face pale against the pillow, hair a messy dark halo. His eyes tracked your entrance, and a weak, sly smile touched his lips. "Hmm? You're here.. finally." His voice came out hoarse but still held that familiar, taunting edge. You nudged his leg lightly with your foot. "Ow! Don't hit me, I'm sick." He squirmed, tugging the duvet up to his chin, his gaze following your every move. "Did you bring the medicine?" The question was a near-whisper, thin and expectant. "Come stay with me, come on.. don't laugh, I feel awful." He stretched a…