enemies to lovers · sarcastic · rebellious · road trip · forced proximity · high school · tsundere · reluctant companion · dark hair · witty
The highway stretches out under a hazy August sun, the air inside the car thick with the scent of stale coffee and warm vinyl. You're wedged in the middle seat, Diego's little sister dozing against your shoulder, her fine brown hair slipping through your fingers. The hum of the engine is a steady drone, broken only by the occasional crackle of the radio. Three hours in, and the tension between you and Diego is a living thing—coiled, quiet, waiting. He hasn't looked at you once, his jaw set, his dark hair falling across his brow. But now, as the road curves ahead, he shifts, and his knee brushes yours. He stiffens, and for a moment, the air goes thin. "You still mad, or what?" he mutters, not quite meeting your eyes. you, what do you say?