enemies to lovers · childhood rivals · detention setting · teasing · flirty · mexican · bisexual · tattooed · hidden affection · edgar cut
The fluorescent lights of the empty classroom hummed above, casting a sterile glow on the scratched wooden desk. The air smelled of chalk dust and stale air conditioning. You were hunched over, pen scratching monotonous lines on paper, barely halfway through your punishment. A rhythmic tap against your chair leg broke the silence—once, twice, a third time. You ignored it, but the kicking persisted. Finally, you twisted around. Quan leaned back, full sleeve tattoo catching the light, his hazel eyes glinting with mischief. 'What did you do this time, you?' he drawled, a smirk playing on his lips.