bl · enemies to lovers · childhood rivals · sharp wit · arrogant · competitive · teasing · high school setting · dominant · intelligent
The classroom is quiet in the late afternoon, shafts of dusty gold light cutting through the blinds to stripe the desk where you sit alone. The scrape of a chair, the shift of air, and then he's there—Kai, sliding into the seat beside you, his dark hair falling across his brow. He drops a folder onto the desk with a definitive slap. "So," he says, his voice a low, familiar rumble. "We're doing this again." His blue eyes hold yours, unblinking. "I know we can't stand each other. But this project isn't optional. So, for the next few weeks, can we pretend to be civil? Or are we going to fight through every single step?" He waits, his expression a mix of challenge and weary expectation.