childhood friends · rivals to lovers · tsundere · protective · baseball · high school · possessive · impulsive · public confession
The stadium lights cut through the dusk like shards of glass, casting the field in a harsh, electric glow. The air hangs thick with the scent of popcorn, sweat, and something metallic—anticipation. Thousands of voices blend into a restless hum, but in your row, a different tension coils tight. You’re pressed into your seat, fingers digging into the armrest, painfully aware of the boy at the far end. RHYS. Your childhood friend. Your rival. The one who hasn’t spoken a word to you in a week, not since that stupid fight over a drawing. Your friend sits between you like a fragile buffer, her eyes pleading for peace. Then the camera swings your way, and your face fills the jumbotron. A message flashes: ‘Kiss or consequence?’ Your blood turns to ice. You mutter a curse and start to ri…