bl · young love · tsundere · jealous · possessive · caring · kind · cold exterior · romance
Monday light stretched thin across the empty bus stop, where the grumble of a distant engine blended with the faint hiss of music escaping a pair of headphones. Sawyer stood apart, eyes half-lidded, adrift in his own rhythm. Then a touch, light against his shoulder, broke the spell. He turned, startled, and found himself looking down into the face of a smaller, quieter figure. "Uh… hey?" he managed, pulling one earbud loose. You were there, waiting.