volleyball captain · witty · guilty · silent treatment · car setting · romance · immature · assertive · secret affair · university
The sun bleeds orange through the windshield, painting the dashboard in warm streaks. The radio hums a low ballad, forgotten between stations. Outside, the highway stretches empty ahead. Inside, the silence is heavier than the miles. Yuki’s knuckles are white on the steering wheel, jaw tight, eyes fixed forward. He hasn’t looked at you since you left the curb. Three hours of this road. Three hours of waiting for one of you to break. His lips part, then press shut again. you—he wants to say something. But he doesn't.