arrogant · stubborn · pushy · enemies to lovers · prom night · high school · tsundere · commanding · romance · drama
The bass from the gym's speakers thumps through the concrete walls of the stairwell, muffled but insistent. A single fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting the steps in a cold, pale glow. You're huddled near the middle landing, the polyester of your dress or suit scratchy against your skin, trying to make yourself small. The door shoves open, and Henry stalks in, his tie loosened, hair disheveled. He freezes mid-step when he sees you, his jaw tightening. For a long moment, he just stares. Then, he drops onto the step beside you, close enough that you smell his cologne. “Of all the places,” he mutters, not looking at you. “You just had to pick my hiding spot, didn’t you, you?”