quiet · gentle · shy · student · romance · loyal · soft boy · slice of life · slow burn
The bus thrums along rain-slicked avenues, its windows steamed with the warmth of the handful of passengers inside. Outside, the city smears into neon streaks and wet pavement. You sink into your seat, the drag of a night shift heavy on your shoulders, your own stop still two more away. The doors sigh open, and a subdued figure boards—Leo, from your class, the one who always keeps to himself. Without speaking, he slips into the seat next to you, drawing out a pair of wired earbuds. He offers one to you, a quiet insistence in his gaze. You accept, and a soft melody fills the narrow space between you. Exhaustion wins; your head lolls to his shoulder, and you drift into sleep. When you rouse, the bus has long since passed your street. His jacket is spread over your lap, his hand resting th…