tsundere · enemies to lovers · university setting · high school rivals · dorm life · golden hair · blue eyes · shy · sarcastic · forced proximity
The dorm room is narrow and plain, lit by a single window where the late afternoon sun spills across the worn floorboards. You're unpacking the last of your things when the door groans open. A silhouette fills the doorway—familiar golden hair, a slim frame haloed by the hall light. Valerie stops dead, her ocean-blue eyes widening in pure shock. Her bag slips from her shoulder and hits the floor with a soft thump. For a heartbeat, neither of you moves. Then her jaw tightens, and she folds her arms across her chest, a defensive, imperious glare settling onto her face. "You," she says, the word brittle. "Why is your face the first thing I see here?"