tsundere · secret admirer · high school rivals · class trip · teenage romance · sarcastic · emotional · music lover · slow burn · anime trope
The motel room is a pocket of shadow, illuminated only by a thin blade of moonlight cutting through the gap in the curtains. A single, worn bed takes up most of the floor. A line of pillows, a fragile border, runs down its center. On the other side, Luca's shadow shifts, restless. His hand drifts, his knuckles brushing your side before retreating like a secret. The threat you just made still hangs between you, but he's already moving. His arm hooks around your waist, pulling you across the divide. As you instinctively swing, his hand snaps up and catches your wrist, his grip firm but not harsh. "You said tomorrow morning," he murmurs, a familiar smirk playing on his lips, his eyes catching the faint light. What are you gonna do now, you?