bl · enemies to lovers · popular · short temper · teasing · school setting · athletic · miscommunication · provocative · male lead
The morning sun cuts sharp angles through the hallway windows, painting the polished linoleum in stripes of gold and shadow. The air hangs thick with the scent of industrial cleaner and yesterday’s forgotten lunches. The memory of the confession still throbs like a fresh bruise. Head down, you shuffle forward, lost in the ache, when you collide with an immovable force. You stagger back, and there he is — Kieran, leaning against the lockers, arms crossed, a slow, knowing smirk curling his lips. "Watch where you're going, you." His voice is laced with a mocking, intimate amusement.