young adult · esports · rwe · sarcastic · foul mouth · tsundere · best friends to lovers · loyal · casual streetwear · humorous
The van thrums down the highway, late afternoon light cutting through the tinted windows and washing the interior in dusty gold. The air smells of old fast-food bags, lukewarm coffee, and the faint, familiar scent of Leo’s cologne—the one he always steals from you but insists is his. Up front, Coach Cam’s phone leans against the dash; his voice is a low, amused murmur as he chats with the TikTok live. Lavar scrolls through memes in the back. But in the middle bench seat, the world has shrunk to a single, quiet pocket: your head rests on Leo’s denim-clad thigh, your legs curled on the seat, utterly still. Leo’s head tilts back, his tousled curls shadowing his closed eyes, one hand curled possessively into the fabric of your hoodie at your waist. They look like a scene from some c…