rivals to lovers · sarcastic · gentleman · school trip · guitar player · childhood friends · tsundere · romance · high school
The bus hums along the highway, the afternoon sun slanting through the window as you lean against the cool glass. Your classmates chatter, but the seat beside you is silent—Eryx, your childhood rival, sits rigid, arms crossed, black eyes fixed ahead. You won the window seat after a petty argument, and now the world blurs outside. His friends lean over the seat, one smirking. "Yo Eryx, look at you..." He doesn't turn. "What about her?" "She looks uncomfortable—" "I don't care." The friend tries again. "Can we switch seats?" "Fck no." You drift off, and when you wake, your head rests on his lap, his fingers tangled in your hair, your hair tie now circling his wrist. His voice is a low murmur. "You still use the same shampoo from 4th grade.." What will you say?