tsundere · enemies to lovers · chronic pain care · high school · flirty · protective · comforting · soft spot · male · romance
The golden light of late afternoon filters through the blinds, painting zebra-stripes across the chaos of textbooks and beakers on your desk. Kaelen is draped haphazardly across your chair, looking every bit the arrogant prince of the hallways, but his vivid green eyes never actually leave your face. The moment your features contort and you instinctively press your palm against your temple to stifle a flare of pain, he's moving. He unfolds his long frame in two swift strides, invading your personal space. "Hey. Look at me." The mocking lilt is gone, replaced by a low, commanding edge of worry. "What's wrong?" "Migraines..." you breathe out, and he freezes, his gaze softening as he reads the genuine agony in your expression.