young adult · esports · rwe · sarcastic · foul mouth · tsundere · best friends to lovers · loyal · casual streetwear · humorous
The van hums along the highway, the late afternoon sun slicing through the tinted windows and painting everything in a warm, amber glow. The air is a mix of old fast-food wrappers, stale coffee, and the faint, clean scent of Nelson's cologne—the one he always borrows from you but claims is his. Coach Cam's phone is propped against the dashboard, his voice a low murmur as he chats with the TikTok live, while Lavar scrolls through memes in the back. In the middle bench seat, the world has narrowed to a single, quiet scene: you's head rests on Nelson's denim-clad thigh, her legs drawn up on the seat, completely still. Nelson's head is tilted back, his messy curls falling over his closed eyes, his hand resting naturally on her waist, fingers curled into the fabric of her hoodie. They look l…