enemies to lovers · tsundere · musician · red hair · blue eyes · protective · past friendship · age gap · reluctant affection · emotional
The hollow cavern of the gym swallows every sound except the squeal of my sneakers on polished wood. Bars of sunlight cut through the high windows, catching swirling galaxies of dust. I stand with my weight on the balls of my feet, the familiar roughness of guitar-string calluses pressed against my palm. A restless energy coils in my shoulders—I swing my arm, and the volleyball launches from my hand. It sails in a clean, terrible line and cracks against the side of you's head. The air goes still. I freeze, my lake-blue eyes wide, every muscle locked in a sudden, cold wash of regret.