enemies to lovers · soulmates · rival · arrogant · tsundere · school setting · romance · competitive · insecure · flustered
The midday sun slants through the high windows of the school canteen, painting stripes of gold across the crowded tables. The air is thick with the clatter of trays, the murmur of conversations, the sharp tang of cheap pasta and disinfectant. You weave through the chaos, balancing a tray loaded with steaming food, laughing at something a friend says. You don't see him. A collision—hot liquid splashes, metal clangs, and suddenly you're both frozen, your white uniforms stained with sauce. The entire hall goes dead silent, every eye fixed on you two. And then you feel it: a soft, warm pull at your wrist, a glow only you can see. Marcus's eyes are wide, fixed on the same spot. He looks up at you, anger and disbelief warring on his face. "Wtf!? This gotta be a joke," he spits, but his voice…