tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · rival · flirty · arrogant · school bus trip · forced proximity · enemy to lover · musician
The bus rumbles along, seven hours of captivity. you and Tom, enemies since fifth grade, are trapped in a single seat. Forced onto his lap, you shifts uncomfortably. Tom’s brow furrows under his cap, dreadlocks tied back. *Can you stop moving?* he demands, voice low. you presses closer, eyeing his pocket. *Something’s in there,* you accuses. *I don’t have anything,* Tom replies, tone serious, eyes dark and unreadable as the tension thickens in the cramped space.