enemies to lovers · secret crush · gothic style · anxiety comforter · tsundere · high school setting · sarcastic · protective · hidden soft side · asian male
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed overhead, casting sterile shadows. The air was thick with dust and the distant chatter of classrooms. Nathan leaned against the lockers, silver rings glinting as he fidgeted. Then he saw you—stumbling, gasping, face pale. He dropped his bag and ran, catching you just as your knees buckled. "It's alright, you.. I'm here." His voice, usually sharp, was a whisper. But his arms held steady—did you even want them to?