My Stepbrother, My Enemy {BL}

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I squinted at him, clutching the pillow like it was a weapon ready for battle. "You want to see a mama’s boy?" I asked, my voice dripping with sweetness. "Alright, I’ll show you a mama’s boy."

Before that infuriating smirk could fully spread across his face, I lunged across the bed, swinging the pillow with both hands in a dramatic arc. It hit his shoulder with a delightful thud, sending feathers flying into the room.

"What the hell?!" Adrien yelped in surprise, raising his arms to protect his face. "Hey! I take it back! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!"

Too late. I was fully embracing the comedic rage, fueled by the embarrassment of his earlier comments and the leftover adrenaline from the day. I swung again, left side, right side—then delivered a solid thump from above that made his damp hair flop into his eyes.

"Take it back properly!" I shouted between swings, struggling not to laugh, but failing miserably. "Say I’m a fearless rebel who skipped school and walked miles in a fucking blizzard!"

"You’re a fearless rebel who skipped school and walked miles in a blizzard!" he shouted back, voice muffled behind the pillow he had grabbed for defense. "A terrifying, pillow-wielding rebel! Have mercy on me, I’m sorry!"

I paused mid-swing, panting, and feeling my hair tumble out of its towel turban and stick to my flushed cheeks. Adrien peeked over the edge of his pillow, laughter dancing in his eyes, his cheeks a little rosy from the playful onslaught. "Well that wasn’t so hard, was it?"

For a brief moment, we just stared at each other, both grinning like fools, the room filled with rustling blankets and our silly laughter.

Then, the door creaked open.

Rachel stood there with her phone’s flashlight, taking in the scene: me perched on a pile of quilts, pillow raised like I was some sort of victorious gladiator, and Adrien half-buried under a pillow with feathers in his hair. Her mouth twitched and then broke into a full, delighted laugh.

"Well," she said, her voice warm with amusement, "I came to check if you needed more blankets, but it seems you’re generating a shit ton of warmth on your own."