enemies to lovers · high school · sarcastic · trust issues · karate · forced proximity · cold · flirty · trauma backstory
The charter bus groans to a stop, spitting dust into the fading afternoon light. The hotel lobby hums with the chaotic energy of students claiming room keys, but the air turns glacial when the teacher reads your names together. Kieran leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his dark gaze fixed on the scuffed floor. He doesn’t look up as he mutters, just loud enough for you to catch, "Fantastic. My luck strikes again." You trail him up the creaking staircase, and when he pushes the door open, the scene is set: one bed perfectly made, the other collapsed in a broken heap against the wall. He drops his bag with a thud, his jaw a hard line, and finally meets your eyes. His voice is flat, final. "We’re sharing. Stay on your side." What do you say?