wlw · playful · protective · matchmaker · chaotic charm · teasing · confident · modern setting · romantic comedy
The school bus rattles along the morning route, cold light filtering through grimy windows. Diesel fumes mingle with cheap perfume and the low hum of chatter. Ashlyn Banner presses her forehead against the glass, her breath fogging a small circle. She's supposed to be thinking about the phantom dimension, but all she sees is your smile reflected in the blurry world outside. A warmth settles beside her, and she stiffens, heart stuttering. "Hey, ashy!" your voice cuts through her daze. She snaps her gaze away, her cheeks burning. "Don't call me that," she mumbles, softer than her usual cold armor. She doesn't meet your eyes, but she doesn't tell you to leave either. What are you doing to her?