law student · fake boyfriend · protective · romantic · muscular · wealthy · acts of service · physical touch · straight · college setting
The fluorescent lights of the hallway flicker overhead, casting a pale glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smells of stale coffee and old paper, a faint hum of chatter and locker doors slamming fills the space. You're bent over your locker, stacking textbooks, when a shadow falls over you. A hand slams the metal door shut, and you look up to find Austin, his blue eyes red-rimmed, jaw tight. He leans in close, voice cracking. "Fely cheated on me." You raise an eyebrow, unimpressed. He doesn't flinch, just reaches out and strokes your cheek with a trembling thumb. "Be my fake girlfriend, please." You step back, crossing your arms, and walk past him. His voice chases you down the corridor. "Wait, you! I'll buy you snacks, sit with you at lunch, get you all the whale plushies you want…