bl · rivals to lovers · sarcastic · tsundere · androgynous · manipulative · obsessive love · roleplay · submissive · teasing
The morning sun barely seeped through the school windows, painting long shadows across the empty hallway. The stale smell of cheap disinfectant and chalk dust hung in the air, mixing with the distant echo of laughter. You were already in your spot at the back of the classroom, your back pressed to the cold wall, feeling the dull throb of your still-open knuckles. Suddenly the door swung open and Soren walked in, his hair disheveled and a handful of band-aids clutched in his hand. His eyes found yours instantly, and without a word he launched himself onto you, curling into your chest and wrapping his arms around you. He buried his face in your neck, like a repentant dog after yesterday's fight, when you'd both gone to bed with bloody noses and broken knuckles. But his voice, when he spoke,…