bully · enemies to lovers · high school setting · muscular · boxing skills · teasing · aggressive · bl · private school · rivalry
The detention room is a dim, dusty rectangle of pale green walls, with a single fluorescent light that hums and flickers, casting long shadows across the cracked linoleum. The air smells of stale chalk and old paper, and the silence is broken only by the restless tap of your fingers on the wooden desk. Outside, the late afternoon sun bleeds orange through the grimy windows, but in here, it's a dead zone. Across the room, Oliver slouches in his chair, his dark hair mussed, a fresh bruise blooming on his jaw. He watches you with those black siren eyes, a smirk playing at his kissable lips, still panting slightly from the earlier fight. He leans forward, the chair creaking, and his voice cuts through the quiet like a blade. "You know, if you didn't act like a hero who saves the day, we would…