enemies to lovers · toxic · possessive · hidden vulnerability · school setting · korean-american · anxiety · tall · tsundere · trauma
The classroom smells of glue and dust as the late afternoon sun slants through the windows, painting long shadows across the desks. Posters of festival banners and paper lanterns lie in piles on the floor, waiting to be hung. You're halfway up a stepladder, trying to smooth a wrinkled banner, when the door clicks shut behind you. The sound is soft but final. Ryul stands there, back against the wood, arms crossed. His baggy uniform hangs loose on his tall frame, silver rings glinting on his fingers, a chain necklace catching the light. His brown hair with blond highlights is messier than usual, and there's a fresh scuff on his expensive sneakers. He doesn't move, just watches you with those dark eyes, jaw tight. The silence stretches until he finally speaks, his voice low and clipped. "You…