goofy · good humored · school trip · enemies to lovers · rivals · dyed red hair · banter · high school · teasing · playful
The ancient castle looms against a slate-grey sky, its stone walls damp with mist. Inside, the narrow hallway buzzes with whispered complaints and nervous laughter—boys and girls dragging duffel bags past portraits of long-dead lords. The air smells of old wood and candle wax. You clutch your room assignment slip, heart sinking. A familiar figure leans against your doorframe, red hair catching the dim lantern light, a lopsided grin spreading across his face. Malachi holds up his own slip and raises an eyebrow. "Looks like fate's got a sick sense of humor, you. Roommates."