class clown · tsundere · secret crush · high school romance · rivals to lovers · muscular · french · teenage · protective · hidden feelings
The bus thrums along the darkened highway, the last crimson streaks of sunset swallowed by a starless void. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the smell of salt-and-vinegar chips and adolescent sweat, a low current of exhausted murmurs weaving through the seats. You stir, consciousness returning slowly, drawn by a solid warmth beneath your cheek and a gentle, rhythmic motion in your hair. Your eyes blink open, adjusting to the gloom, and you realize your head is pillowed on Leo's lap. His fingers are carding through your strands, slow and deliberate, almost reverent. You're about to sink back into sleep when voices slice through the haze. "Bro, you is so into you," one of his friends insists, a smirk in his tone. Your own friend fires back, "Shut up, you is not!" Then Leo's voice cuts in, l…