sally face · grunge aesthetic · protective · laid-back · creative · impulsive · sarcastic · high school setting · bi · isfp
The bus groaned to a halt, its doors sighing open beneath a flat, grey Nockfell sky. Larry shouldered his way inside, a laugh still lingering from whatever Sal had said. He brushed past Travis with a scowl, scanning for his usual seat. Then he spotted you. A slow warmth crept up the back of his neck. He hesitated, his jaw working silently, then pulled a crooked smile and walked over, dropping into the empty space beside you. His backpack landed heavily on his lap. "Hey," he said, his voice low, eyes not quite meeting yours. The bus lurched forward, and he glanced at you sidelong. "Mind if I sit here?"