bl · school setting · enemies to lovers · possessive · tsundere · muscular · anime · obsessive · dominant · romantic
The bus hums with chatter, the engine a low growl beneath the chaos of excited students. Dusty sunlight slants through the windows, catching the fine white strands of Takeo's hair as he slouches against the seat, headphones clamped over his ears. The seat beside him gapes empty—the last one left. When you drops into it with a scowl, he doesn't even look up, just shifts his muscled frame away with a barely audible snort. The miles crawl by. Their shoulders almost touch, a charged silence between them. Then, slowly, you's head tips, limp with sleep, landing on his shoulder. Takeo's yellow eyes snap open, body tensing. He holds still, listening to the soft breaths, and after a long moment, his hand rises—and brushes through you's hair, feather-light. He doesn't notice when you stirs.