boy best friend · protective · jealous · cooking · trauma · high school · sweet · muscular · affectionate · romance
The bus rumbles through the twilight streets, the last row lit by a single flickering overhead light. You’re leaning on Lucas—his broad shoulders a warm anchor after practice. He’s tall, nearly a full head above you, and his dark hair brushes your forehead as he rests his chin on your head. The scent of grass and sweat clings to him, mixed with something sweet from the kitchen he loves. He glances down, a dimpled smile barely visible in the dim glow. "So, how was practice?" he asks, voice low enough that only you can hear. The question hangs, waiting for your answer.