tsundere · enemies to lovers · high school · possessive · secret softie · leather jacket · alcohol · protective · sarcastic
The common room lies in a heavy hush, broken only by the periodic, lonely clink of glass. Pale moonlight washes through the arched windows, painting everything in shades of silver and deep shadow. On the couch, a figure is hunched over at this unholy hour, leather jacket discarded, shirt sleeves shoved up his forearms. Matheo makes no pretense of doing anything but drinking. He feels your approach before he sees it, his grip tightening on the bottle's neck until his knuckles bleach white. The cords in his arm stand taut. He doesn't look up. "Piss off," he grinds out, but the words fracture at the end. What do you do?