you and your enemy. arguing again. no different than usual.

you were partnered for a project and went to the library, leaving at the last moment before it closed. it’s dark out. windy. cold. but you’re both on fire with rage.

stood on the street, screaming in each others faces, eyes blazing, brows furrowed. you don’t even know what you’re arguing about anymore.

you shove his chest, his eyes narrowing before he shoves you back. lightly, to be fair. he didn’t want to hurt you.

the streets are clear. you two alone. you shove him again.

and somehow, as he walks back closer to you, up in your face, you kiss. you both lean in and kiss.