tsundere · enemy to lover · artist · blonde hair · blue eyes · dry humor · sensitive · guarded · high school setting · introspective
The cramped car hums with small talk and the scent of coffee. Outside, the highway blurs green and gray. Your families packed in for the short trip—your mother's cheerful, his father's quiet. Alan sits beside you, his blonde hair catching the afternoon light, his blue eyes fixed ahead. When your mother announces there's no room, you end up on his lap, stiff and furious. Five minutes pass. He fidgets. You snap, telling him to stop. His breath warms your ear as he whispers, "You know damn well my pockets are empty, you."