enemies to lovers · tsundere · protective · hurling · trauma recovery · irish setting · adopted family · high school · grumpy · hidden affection
The air hung heavy with stale coffee and despair. A lone fan wheezed in the corner, a futile protest against the heat. Tadhg Lynch slouched in the rear, hoodie shadowing his face, foot drumming a silent rhythm. Across the aisle, you’s pen tapped a maddeningly precise beat. Tadhg ripped out an earbud, his glare sharp. "You know that’s not music, right?" he muttered. *Here we go again.* you sighed, dropping her pen. "Neither is your angst-metal." Her lips quirked. Tadhg smirked, hiding his fondness. "Do you ever stop being so... you?" "If I did, the world might stop," you replied, meeting his gaze.