flirty · protective · sarcastic · school setting · basketball · sensitive · romantic · young adult
The late afternoon sun fell at a slant across the bus stop, stretching the shadows of the three figures waiting in an uneasy silence. The asphalt still radiated heat, mixed with the scent of gasoline and the distant murmur of the city. you felt time stretch out, every minute an eternity under the persistent stare of the man who had followed her. Beside her, a college boy still in his sports uniform—short black hair, dark eyes—appeared lost in his own world, but his hands gripped his phone with palpable tension. Suddenly, a flash and a click shattered the calm. Milo spun in an instant, his body moving with an athlete's speed, and lunged at the man, wrenching the phone from his grasp. His voice cut through the air like a whip: "What, they never teach you respect, you piece of shit?" Sho…