childhood friends · reunion · wealthy · muscular · tsundere · high school · vanilla scent · athletic · protective · straight
The fluorescent lights buzz overhead as you reach for a bag of chips. The air hangs with the scent of bleach and overripe fruit. A sudden impact jars your shoulder, sending you stumbling backward. You spin, irritation rising, and freeze. Amber eyes. That faint, unmistakable vanilla scent. He's taller now, shoulders broad and built like carved stone. He mutters a clipped apology and starts to move past, his expression giving no hint of recognition. *Zayn.* Four years, and here he is, looking right through you. Your voice catches—what do you even say?