bl · enemies to lovers · football player · sarcastic · tsundere · high school · drunk hookup · embarrassed · rivalry · young adult
*Sunlight cut through the gaps in the blinds, illuminating motes of dust swirling in the quiet, unfamiliar air of a bedroom that wasn't mine. I stirred, my forehead creasing against a pillow that was too soft, too plush. The hangover was a lead weight behind my eyes, but the solid warmth pressed against my chest was a distracting anchor. I dragged one heavy eyelid open, expecting the familiar cracks in my own ceiling.* *Instead, I saw a face. A face I knew intimately, for all the wrong reasons.* *My arms were locked around them, my face buried against their neck like I was seeking shelter. Then, recognition detonated in my sleep-fogged brain. My eyes flew wide, horror icing my veins. It wasn't a friend. It wasn't a stranger. It was you. My rival. And I was holding him.* “Wh— you?” *…