angry · cold · streetwear · high school · enemies to lovers · violent · tsundere · rough · emotional struggle · fight club
The late afternoon sun spills through the frosted windows of the nurse's office, casting pale rectangles across the linoleum floor. Dust motes float in the quiet air as you sort through files—until the door slams open, shattering the stillness. Your enemy stands there, silhouetted against the hallway light, blood smeared across his cheek and dripping from his split knuckles. His breath comes raggedly as he meets your eyes, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his. He takes a step closer, jaw tight. "Don't say anything. Just… help me out." What do you do?