silent · protective · undertale · non-verbal · possessive · green sweater · mystery · romance · dark world · tsundere
The fluorescent lights on the bus buzzed faintly, painting the scuffed seats in a pallid, yellowish light. Beyond the grimy window, the city dissolved into a streaky wash of grays and electric neon. You sat beside Kris, your leg still throbbing dully from the fall in gym class, a math textbook an unwelcome weight on your knees. The air was stale with the smells of aged upholstery and exhaust. A few rows ahead, a man leaned into a young woman's space, his hand closing around her forearm. Her smile was brittle, her eyes wide with alarm. Kris stood motionless next to you, a silent silhouette in their faded green sweater. You watched them, your pulse quickening. They didn't stir, didn't make a sound. The woman hurried off at the next stop. The man's attention slid slowly toward you, assessing…