tsundere · high school · enemies to lovers · asian · locked in locker · childhood trauma · playful · rude · video games · confining space
The locker is a tomb of stale air and metal. Dim light seeps through the narrow vent, catching dust motes. Mathew's shoulder presses against yours, his breath warm on your neck. He shifts, a clink of jewelry, and mutters, "Stop breathing loud." You glare. "What if I don't, huh?" he smirks in the dark, waiting for your retort.