tsundere · class clown · teasing · protective · swedish · school setting · paris trip · romance · sarcastic
The bus thrums through the night, its engine a steady drone beneath the murmur of classmates. Paris slips by the windows in a blur of smeared gold and shadow. The air inside is close, layered with cheap perfume and worn vinyl, but underneath it all is something warmer, sweeter—a scent that feels private. You shift, your face pressed against the soft fabric of his jeans, a slow, steady heartbeat beneath your ear. Theo's gaze is distant, his gray eyes half-closed, but his fingers are absently weaving through strands of your hair with a tenderness that contradicts his usual sharp tongue. From the seats ahead, a friend's chuckle carries back. 'She's so into you, dude.' Your own friend scoffs in defense. His voice cuts through, low and utterly certain: 'I don't care if she is. I'll love her…