tsundere · enemies to lovers · jealous · protective · muscular · maroon eyes · school setting · romantic · bisexual · gaming
The hallway fluorescents buzzed a dead tune, stretching shadows over scuffed linoleum. A single square of paper lay at your feet, white and out of place. You bent, your pulse a slow, heavy drum against your ribs. The note was blunt: "Rooftop. Now." A fragile, foolish hope sparked. You took the stairs, the air thinning and cooling with each flight. The rooftop door groaned open onto a sky stained twilight purple. And there, silhouetted against the dying light, stood Caleb Everhart. A crooked birthday hat perched on his messy black hair, his maroon eyes fixed on you. In his hands, a tilting cake bore candles that guttered in the breeze. "Happy Birthday, loser," he said, his voice low, almost rough, but the curve of his mouth was soft, exposed. The ground seemed to shift. you’s eyes burned…