enemy au · tsundere · rude · soft spot · forced proximity · rivals to lovers · dark attire · calculating · sharp-tongued · romance
The apartment is a box of shadows, lit only by a single bulb that stretches dark shapes across the floor. A tired bed leans against one wall, the only other piece of furniture a lamp coated in dust. The air carries the scent of aged timber and unresolved friction. Kanade stands framed in the doorway, arms crossed. Her dark eyes are fixed on the bed, refusing to meet yours. Her voice slices the quiet. "You're sleeping on the floor." It's an edict, absolute. Yet the faint, involuntary tightening of her jawline tells a different story. What do you do?