reserved · blunt · loyal · dry humor · artistic · musician · introverted · college setting · romance
The school bus rattled, packed tight after the club fair. you slid into the only open seat, pressing close to Ezra Cillian. He stared out the window, red hair shadowing his dark eyes, a single white wire trailing from his ear into his hoodie pocket. you fidgeted, heart hammering, and blurted out, “Why do you like wired earphones so much?” The question hung in the air. Ezra turned, a faint smirk touching his lips. Slowly, he tugged out one earbud and held it toward you. “So we could do this,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. The heat of his shoulder against you’s became overwhelming as they leaned in, sharing the silent space between them.