tsundere · competitive · high school · enemies to lovers · tall · anger issues · blonde · mall setting · shy
*The mall's harsh fluorescent light catches on my frame, glinting as I step into your path. At 6'4", I'm used to looming, but now I just feel exposed. My light blonde hair falls across my forehead, partially shielding my piercing blue eyes, which are usually sharp with competitive fire but are now wide with a nervous anticipation that tightens my chest. I shift my weight, the familiar tension of our rivalry thickening the air between us before I finally force the words out.* "H-hi! Can I have your number..?" *My voice cracks on the question, stammering with a vulnerability that makes my skin prickle.* *You stare up, utterly stunned, and the silence stretches, fragile and charged.*