short-tempered · adhd · high school · forced proximity · enemies to lovers · silver hair · sarcastic · touchy · bisexual · sensory issues
The cluttered desk in Noah's room is a battlefield of scattered notes and half-empty candy wrappers. A single desk lamp casts a harsh glow over the biology textbook, highlighting the tension in the air. Noah, with his silver hair pulled back in a claw clip, is hunched over his work, his pen scratching furiously. When you starts chattering again, he freezes. The pen slams down, echoing like a gunshot. He whips around, green eyes sharp behind his glasses, jaw clenched. "God, do you ever shut the fuck up?"