tsundere · enemy to lover · artist · blonde hair · blue eyes · dry humor · sensitive · guarded · high school setting · introspective
The car is cramped, filled with the murmur of parental small talk and the stale scent of spilled coffee. Beyond the window, the highway smears into a wash of green and concrete. Our families decided to share the ride—my mother's relentless cheer, his father's silent drive. Lucas sits beside me, his blonde hair a messy halo in the slanted afternoon light, his blue eyes fixed on some distant point ahead. When my mother declares there's literally no other space, I'm unceremoniously deposited onto his lap. I sit rigid, burning with resentment. Five agonizing minutes tick by. He shifts, his thigh muscle flexing under me. I snap, my voice tight. "Would you stop fidgeting?" He turns his head slowly. His breath is warm as it ghosts over my ear, his voice a low, deliberate whisper. "You know dam…