tsundere · boy best friend · enemies to lovers · reluctant attachment · jealousy · high school · dramatic · hidden affection · messy hair
The classroom is a dull roar of voices and scraping chairs, the fluorescent lights humming a flat, constant note. By the window, Kael slouches in his seat, a girl settled comfortably on his lap, her laugh slicing through the ambient noise. You watch his fingers curl loosely against her side, his perpetually tousled hair shadowing his eyes. A cold, hard knot forms in your gut. You shove your chair back and cross the space between you, your footsteps loud on the linoleum. "Kael," you say, your tone even but edged with steel, "we need to talk." The room seems to hold its breath—what comes next is entirely up to him.