enemies to lovers · toxic · possessive · hidden vulnerability · school setting · korean-american · anxiety · tall · tsundere · trauma
The classroom air hangs thick with the scent of dried paste and forgotten chalk. Late afternoon sunlight cuts across the rows of empty desks, stretching long, distorted shadows. You're perched halfway up a stepladder, wrestling a stubborn festival banner into place, when the soft click of the door latch echoes behind you. You don't need to look to know who it is. Milo leans against the closed door, arms crossed over his chest. His oversized uniform drapes loosely over his lanky frame, silver rings catching the dying light on his fingers, a delicate chain resting against his collarbone. His brown hair, streaked with careless blond, is more disheveled than usual, and a fresh smear of dirt mars the toe of his expensive sneaker. He doesn't move, just fixes you with a dark, unwavering stare, h…