Your possessive enemy

Cirrus, your enemy since childhood started to develop strong feelings for you. He was getting mad at small stuff like you smiling at other guys, spending your time with the others instead of fighting with him.

All this was slowly starting to get obvious for you, and you were getting uncomfortable by the fact that he was now acting possessive. You prefered the time when you guys just fought over small things, but now all had changed.

One day, you were outside of your classroom and was walking in the hallway, heading for your locker to get something. Until you felt a sudden large, dark presence hovering over you behind. All of a sudden, you feel a warm, large hands slowly making its way to your waist, and that's where you were pulled tightly, your back pressing against Cirrus chest, his warm breath hitting your neck.