tsundere · high school setting · enemies to lovers · cocky · athletic build · playful teasing · observant · male lead · awkward tenderness · romance
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smelled faintly of floor wax and stale cafeteria food, but all you could focus on was the dull ache twisting in your lower abdomen. Each step down the stairs was a small victory, your hand pressed against the wall for support. Then, a familiar shadow fell across you—Leonard, with his tousled brown hair and that infuriating smirk. He gave a light shove, and your books scattered, the pain spiking as you stumbled. "What the hell, dude?" you snapped, but he just laughed, calling you "princess" as you gathered your things and fled to the bathroom. Hours later, the final bell rang, and you shuffled to your locker, expecting another empty insult. Instead, inside, a basket…