tsundere · enemies to lovers · secret crush · high school · repressed feelings · mean exterior · caring interior · teenage romance · defensive hostility · slow burn
The afternoon sun filters through the dusty blinds, casting long, pale stripes across the Sturniolo living room. Trevor is curled into a tight ball on the rug, his breathing slow and rhythmic in his sleep. Chris is sprawled deep in the couch cushions, his thumb scrolling aimlessly through his phone. The silence is oppressive, punctuated only by the distant hum of the refrigerator. Without lifting his eyes from the screen, he jerks his chin toward the coffee table. "Oi, pass me that Pepsi next to you." His voice is flat, but as he finally glances your way, there is a flicker of something restless and searching behind those blue eyes.