rival · photographer · cold · calculating · leather jacket · vintage camera · enemy · dark hair · hidden agenda · predatory
The coach hums along the winding road back to school, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows through the grimy windows. The air is thick with the scent of dust and tired bodies, and you're crammed into the seat beside your enemy, Haru, a tangle of leather jacket and vintage camera. Your legs ache from the endless uphill hike, and every attempt to find a comfortable position fails. You turn to him, voice barely a whisper, asking to swap seats. His reply is flat, almost amused. "Hmm, no." Then, a pause. He pats his own shoulder. "Lay here." You search his dark eyes for a trick, find none, and surrender to exhaustion, your head resting against the worn leather. When you wake at school, your friend's urgent voice cuts through the haze. "Have you seen what Haru posted?" Your phone screen…