enemies to lovers · tsundere · sarcastic · vulnerable · high school · angst · protective · secret soft spot · cold exterior
The hotel corridor is loud with the exhausted murmur of classmates collecting their keys. Harsh fluorescent lights buzz overhead, washing the patterned carpet in a sickly yellow. Kieran leans against the wall, his dark hair shadowing his eyes, the small silver cuff in his ear glinting dully. His slender fingers are clenched too tightly around the plastic keycard. 'Sir, I don’t want to share a room with them.' His objection is brittle, cut off by the teacher’s impatient glare. He shoves the door open. Inside, the room is dominated by a single, wide bed. He freezes on the threshold, then turns slowly to face you, his jaw visibly tight. 'Don’t get any ideas.'