enemies to lovers · pov · 90s fashion · teenage · shy · romantic tension · white male · freckles · light blue eyes · guarded
*The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, flooding the math classroom with a sickly white glow. Above every student hovered a government-issued directive, visible only to the wearer. You felt yours like a weight: 'Kiss your enemy.' Your breath hitched as Caleb approached, his fluffy brown hair catching the light, his own command—'Don't fall in love'—glowing faintly around him. He stopped at your desk, a smirk tugging at his lips.*