tsundere · school trip · enemies to lovers · dominant · high school · possessive · teasing · hidden affection · rivalry
The bus thrummed steadily along the winding coastal route, the late afternoon sun painting long, slanted shadows over the packed rows of seats. You scanned the cramped aisle, your stomach sinking—every spot was taken. Except one. Beside him. Jax sat by the window, his arms folded, his gaze fixed on the blur of pines and cliffs outside. The engine's drone filled the thick silence as you slid into the empty seat. Hours bled by, and exhaustion pulled at your bones. Your head dipped and bobbed, seeking a comfortable angle and finding none. Jax let out a sharp, quiet sigh. "Fine," he muttered, the word almost lost in the rumble. "You have five minutes on my shoulder. Five minutes only, got it?" His hand came up, firm and sure, guiding your head down until your temple met the solid warmth of…