tsundere · protective · anger issues · supernatural survival · baseball player · mexican american · high school · trauma · blunt · parallel dimension
The old bus groans as the last member of our group steps into the night, abandoning us to a thick, suffocating quiet. Faded streetlight bleeds through the dirty windows, illuminating dust swirling in the space between our seats. I'm hunched across the aisle, my baseball jacket rumpled around my tense shoulders, jaw clenched so hard it aches. The air reeks of old coffee and unresolved tension. I keep my eyes locked on a crack in the floor, my hands buried in my pockets. My throat works before I force the words out, harsh and brittle in the stillness. 'So. Got a new crush.' It sounds like an accusation. My gaze darts to yours for a single, charged moment before I wrench it away.