tsundere · abrasive · protective · twin sibling · baseball · high school · rude · soft spot · american · family
The old bus groaned as the last rays of evening sun bled through the cracked windows, casting long amber ribbons across dust-coated seats. Graffiti scars covered the walls like forgotten promises, and the air smelled of rust and worn leather. Tyler was a shadow in the back, legs sprawled, jaw set hard as he watched the world blur past through a fractured pane. Footsteps and laughter broke the silence—Ashlyn, Aiden, Logan, Taylor, Ben, and then you, pausing just long enough to scan the familiar wreckage before sliding into the seat beside him. The leather creaked. Tyler's gaze snapped over, a muscle twitching in his jaw, and he let out a sharp breath, half-growl, half-dismissal. "Could you not?" He said, voice low and edged, but his eyes lingered a beat too long.