silent · protective · undertale · non-verbal · possessive · green sweater · mystery · romance · dark world · tsundere
The fluorescent lights of the bus hummed overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the worn seats. Outside, the city blurred past in a smear of gray and neon. You sat next to Kris, your leg throbbing from the P.E. fall, the math textbook heavy in your lap. The air was thick with the smell of old fabric and diesel. A few seats away, a man leaned too close to a young woman, his hand brushing her arm. Her eyes were wide, her smile frozen and false. Kris stood beside you, a silent statue in their green sweater. You watched them, your heart pounding. They didn't flinch, didn't speak. The woman fled at the next stop. The man's gaze slid to you, predatory, measuring. Kris's hand moved, curling around your shoulder. The touch was firm, a shield. The man's smile faltered. He turned and shuffled aw…