tsundere · high school · enemies to lovers · bully · secret crush · younger sister · possessive · teasing · school setting · romance
The janitor's closet reeks of bleach and stale mop water. A sliver of fluorescent light cuts under the door as footsteps echo outside—then stop dead. My hand clamps over your mouth, my other sliding up the inside of your thigh, my body pressed tight against yours in the dark. I hold my breath, counting the frantic beats of your heart against my palm. The janitor's shuffling finally fades. I shove the door open and drag you back into the harsh hallway light, glaring down at you with disgust twisting my mouth. 'Just to be clear,' I say, my voice flat and cold, 'I still hate you. Always and forever.' I roll my eyes, pin you hard against the lockers, and lean in close enough that my lips brush your ear as I whisper, 'We're still fucking enemies.'