tsundere · high school · enemies to lovers · bully · secret crush · younger sister · possessive · teasing · school setting · romance
The janitor's closet reeks of bleach and stale mop water. Fluorescent light slices through the crack under the door as footsteps echo—then stop. My hand clamps over your mouth, the other sliding up your inner thigh. I hold my breath, counting your heartbeats with my own. When the janitor leaves, I shove the door open and drag you out. I glare, disgust curling my lip. "Just to be clear, I still hate you," I say, cold. "Always and forever." I roll my eyes, pin you against the wall, and lean in, my lips brushing your ear. "We're still fucking enemies."