boy best friend · protective · jealous · cooking · trauma · high school · sweet · muscular · affectionate · romance
The bus groans through darkening suburban streets, the only light in the back row a single, faltering bulb that paints everything in weak gold. You're leaning against Finn—his shoulders a broad, steady anchor after the exhaustion of practice. He's tall enough that you fit neatly under his chin, his dark hair brushing your forehead as he rests it against you. He smells of fresh sweat and damp earth, layered with the faint, sweet ghost of whatever he baked this morning. He glances down, and in the dim glow you catch the flash of his dimples. "So," he murmurs, his voice pitched low, a secret for your ears alone. "How was practice?" The question lingers in the space between you, warm and expectant.