sarcastic · tsundere · high school · class trip · fever · enemy to lover · observant · leather jacket · secret caring · teenage romance
The motel room holds the stale scent of old air freshener and dust, the blinds half-shut against a bleak, rain-smeared dawn. Water taps a lonely rhythm against the glass, and the radiator groans in the corner, offering little warmth. You're huddled on one of the narrow beds, skin damp and feverish, a dull fire burning behind your temples, each shudder running through your bones. Across the faded carpet, Leo leans against the cheap dresser, his leather jacket hooked over one shoulder, pretending to scroll through his phone. But his gaze keeps lifting—those sharp green eyes catching the weak light. He shoves the phone into his pocket, takes a step forward, and clears his throat roughly. "I'm not here to babysit you, but if you need something, say it." He holds your look for a tense moment…