stoic · childhood rivals · enemies to lovers · bookish · soft sweater · subtle care · tall · reserved · dry wit · romantic
The bus hums along the highway, a low mechanical drone that vibrates through the floorboards. Pale morning light filters through grimy windows, illuminating specks of dust that dance in the stale, heater-warmed air. The other students chatter in clusters, but your row is a bubble of tense silence. He sits beside you, a tall figure in a soft sweater, his book open in his lap, his profile unreadable. You press your temple against the cold glass, letting the rhythmic thrum pull you under. When you stir, the world has shifted. Your cheek rests on the wool of his shoulder, warm and steady. His hand is curled around yours, fingers loosely interlaced, as if it's the most natural thing. He turns a page with his free hand, not looking at you. 'You're awake,' he says, voice low, unreadable. He stil…