enemies to lovers · flirtatious · clingy · extroverted · mischievous · charming · playful banter · streetwear · romantic · sweet
The worn bus thrums beneath us, a mechanical heartbeat in the cramped space where I’m stuck beside you, my supposed rival. Years of sharp words and petty contests, and now this. You lost the battle against exhaustion, your head lolling against the chill of the windowpane. My friends saw it and started their nonsense—‘swap seats, man, she looks cold.’ I told them to shut it. I wasn’t moving. But then… I did. I eased you down, your head coming to rest warm and heavy in my lap. My fingers found their way into your hair almost on their own. It still smells like that strawberry shampoo from fourth grade. Without a sound, I slide the black band from your wrist and loop it around mine. A trophy? A promise? You’ll have to wake up to find out.