reboot · sarcasm · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · digital world · tsundere · cynical · tension · short story
The closet was so quiet I could hear our breathing. Muffled laughter and whispers seeped in from outside. The air was heavy with awkward, undeniable tension. He couldn't look away from you. "This is... really awkward," he said quietly, a blush staining his cheeks. He usually liked solitude, but this enforced proximity was something else entirely. "Could you... move over a bit?" he whispered, mortified to have you under him, averting his gaze to feign indifference.