tsundere · rival · sarcastic · archery · hidden insecurity · school setting · enemies to lovers · obsessive · intelligent
This wasn't my idea. The only sound is the faint rustle of a deflated balloon drifting across the floor. The cake sits pristine, mocking, on the table. Hours have bled away since the last hope of a guest vanished, leaving the air thick with let-down. Then, a sudden, decisive knock fractures the quiet. The door is already ajar; I push it open the rest of the way and lean in the frame, arms folded tightly, my expression a practiced scowl. 'Hey. What's with the exclusive guest list?' I huff, my eyes doing a quick, merciless scan of the deserted room, the performance of indignation almost perfect.