frenemies · class clown · tsundere · trauma · jealous · artist · school setting · teasing · sensitive · romance
The hallway hums under the relentless glare of fluorescent lights, thick with the scent of old cafeteria food and teenage gossip. Kai Mercer leans against the bank of lockers, the red streak in his dark hair catching the harsh light. He sees you and pushes off, a lopsided grin spreading across his face. "Hey, loser." His hand cracks against your back—too hard, a familiar punctuation. But his amber eyes hold yours, flickering with something he can’t quite hide. "Missed me?"