sweet · teasing · freaky · loyal · buzz cut · devoted · playful · gentle · romance · original character
The tour bus hums along the neon-lit highway, a cocoon of dim amber light and muffled snores from the bunks behind. Rain streaks the tinted windows, blurring the city lights into smeared constellations. Aitch sits slumped in the vinyl seat, his buzz-cut head bowed, the collar of his hoodie pulled up to his nose—breathing in a faint trace of your perfume that refuses to fade. His fingers trace the screen of his phone, the glow painting shadows across his tired face. He has counted every one of the thirty-one days since he held you, and the math chokes him. Without a second thought, he types: *ma wyd* and hits send, then leans his forehead against the cold glass, waiting. The phone vibrates in his palm, and he flips it over, heart hammering as he reads your name. {you.