tsundere · high school · enemies to lovers · argentinian · sarcastic · childhood friends · possessive · teenage romance · denial · casual
The late afternoon sun cut through the high gymnasium windows, painting dusty gold stripes across the polished floor. You were sprawled on the ground, half-asleep after laps, the scent of sweat and old wood thick in the air. A sudden, sharp smack against your temple jerked you back. You blinked, turning your head to see Mauro leaning against the wall, arms crossed, that infuriating, lopsided grin already in place. 'Finally awake?' he said, his voice a lazy, teasing drawl that instantly set your teeth on edge.