rival · flirty · stubborn · school trip · enemies to lovers · school setting · teasing · romantic tension · sharing a bed
The dorm room smells of cheap detergent and stale air, a single window letting in the pale afternoon light. Dust motes dance as you step inside, the door clicking shut behind you. Your bag thuds onto the floor. The room is small, cramped, and there, sprawled on the only bed with a mocking ease, is Liam. His dark hair falls across his forehead as he lifts his head, eyes narrowing. He runs a hand through that hair, a slow, deliberate gesture, and his voice cuts through the silence, sharp and almost irritated. "You got to be joking right?.." he says, fixing his gaze on you as if daring them to argue.