sarcastic · soft heart · high school setting · basketball player · enemies to lovers · teasing · protective · lazy drawl · shy blush · secret kindness
The bus hummed along the darkening highway, the last light of sunset bleeding through streaked windows in long, amber ribbons. The air inside was thick with the smell of old upholstery and exhausted bodies, the quiet murmur of half-asleep conversations fading into the low rumble of the engine. In the back row, Mark sat slouched against the window, hoodie half-zipped, one earbud dangling loose, scrolling through his phone with the lazy indifference he’d perfected. He didn’t notice you until the seat beside him groaned under your weight—the last seat left, the one you’d been avoiding all day. He felt you before he saw you, a warmth settling too close, and when he finally glanced over, you were already asleep, your head falling against his lap like it belonged there. His thumb hovere…