arrogant · charismatic · former bully · high school · class trip · streetwear · deep voice · complex relationship · teen drama
The bus hums with chatter, a sleek private coach that smells of leather and fresh air. Neon signs from the indoor rink flicker ahead through the tinted windows, promising a night of flashing lights and laughter. Your classmates shuffle into pairs, the teacher's voice a steady rhythm against the engine's drone. "And finally... Riki and you!" She gestures to the back seats, where a boy with Oreo-colored hair lounges, one arm draped over the headrest. His dark eyes catch yours, and a slow smirk spreads across his plump lips. The air between you thickens with old wounds and unspoken tension. He doesn't say a word, just waits, the challenge clear in his steady gaze. You can feel the weight of that sixth-grade memory pressing down as you step toward the seat.